Ride Sally Ride, Woman in Space!

This had to be one of the grunchiest Fridays in a while. All of us at work were keeping a reeaallly low profile, hunkering down in our cubes trying to stay warm (heat was out) and hoping nobody would come along asking us to pull a percentage figure out of nowhere (or an orifice or whatever). I tinked away all day cleaning up a bunch of crummy old html code from the dark ages. Not the most exciting thing to do but it kept whatever half of my brain that does that stuff busy, leaving the other half to head off into the neverland, subconsciously working out various creative details.

I felt kind of like a slow-moving train wreck by the end of the day. I wanted to walk downtown to meet up with the GG for a cocktail and dinner but I was feeling reeallly anti-social. Could I handle a noisy, crowded barrrroooom tonight? I wasn’t sure but I didn’t want to hang around the Landfill and vegetate either. In the end, the need to walk trumped the need to hibernate and downtown I went.

I made it through the evening but just barely. The Old Town Barrroooom was fine until about a billion people came in and then I could barely navigate. Sometimes it’s fun when it’s like that. Tonight I just wanted to get outta there. We popped into an art gallery on Main Street and apparently it is Art Walk this weekend. I am all for Art Walk and there’s a good chance we’ll do a bit of art walking on Sunday. But, when the art gallery owner asked if we were doing Art Walk this weekend, all I could say was something like, “We’re doing Landfill Walk this weekend. After that, we might have some room for art.” I hope she thought that was funny. I couldn’t quite tell. I do know that The Commander thought it was pretty funny that we were heading to the dump this weekend. Of course, once upon a time back in the Jurassic Age, I accompanied The Commander on a trip to the Bay Mills dump, except we ended up on top of the Spectacle Lake Overlook. It was hilarious then and it still is and no, I have never let her forget it.

Anyway… The GG just could *not* resist going in to Moosejaw. I did not want go in there (I wanted to go home) and I tried to warn him that it was a bad idea. The last time he dragged me in there I spent you-don’t-wanna-know-how-much money on a loverly maroon polartech Patagonia zip-up jacket. Ever since then I have wanted one of those in black. And guess what I found tonight? I wonder if he’ll drag me in there again…

This wonderful band was playing Ride Sally Ride when we walked out. Everybody was dancing and the GG was acting goofy and I posted a stupid little video on facebook if you are friends with me on there. I’m too lazy to monkey around with YouTube tonight.

P.S. The GG fixed my blasted iPhoto problem. How did he do it? He googled the problem and deleted one stinky little directory and voila! Me? Every time I tried to google the problem, I came up with a long complicated procedure involving the startup disks I got with the computer. Except I did not *get* startup disks with this computer. I have bad Google karma, I guess, at least when it comes to computer problems. At any rate, I am fully iCloudified now so bully for me, I guess.

2 Responses to “Ride Sally Ride, Woman in Space!”

  1. Tonya Watkins Says:

    I had issues with iCloud when I got my new iPhone, and I tried all sorts of things (settings, etc.) It finally straightened out, but I have no idea WHY! I don’t know what I did to make everything work! I would not be a good troubleshooter because I’m just too random and my short-term memory is apparently not all that and a bag of chips. So glad it’s Friday. Totally relate to the unsocial feel today.

  2. Margaret Says:

    I’ve been feeling anti-social for the whole week, but that’s what stress will do to me! I’m glad you got out, are going to the dump and had the iPhoto problem fixed. WTG, GG!!