OK.
We are going to take it slow. I am back. It wasn't you, it was me. I just needed some space.
Not really, but I thought it would be funny to pretend like it was a break-up and I was coming crawling back. Not so funny if I have to explain though.
I was feeling distinctly un-bloggy for a while, but things seem to be brewing again. Brewing. That will be slightly funny later...in a very "poor girl" kind of way.
A few things that have happened recently.
We are making a Christmas video! Sorry. That was distinctly 90's of me. We are making a Christmas DVD! It is a compilation of all of the web videos that Michael has made this year and a bunch of special extras that have not been shown in cyberspace! It has taken Michael over one hundred hours to put together this two hour Sauers Extravaganza - Sauersganza if you will.
So, the other night I was in bed with Bella and Edward (that's just a little teaser, folks) when I hear a frustrated sigh and "That really sucks!" followed by the distinct thud of a slamming laptop lid. Knowing that this is not going to go away, I reluctantly glance at my "friends" and try to tell them with my eyes that I will be back soon.
"What's wrong, honey?" (that's really what I call him...gag)
"My computer is dead."
"How dead?"
"Dead, dead. I was just about to burn the first DVD. It is finally finished and now it is locked inside of this computer and it is DEAD!"
"Use mine. Everything is saved on your Portable hard drive isn't it?"
"Sort of. But the sdfwe sgwtgh akghr kahuergb nakje is on my computer." (I'm sure that what he said made sense to computer savvy people, but to me, that is what it sounded like. I think it was kinda like the difference in having cookies in the cupboard and having the INGREDIENTS for cookies in the cupboard. Let it sink in for a minute and you will get it..... or not. It makes perfect sense to me but my mind is a little left of normal. He had all of the ingredients for the cookies in the port-a-brain, but the cookie container was the computer and someone put a padlock on it so we could not package up the cookies and send them to our friends and family!)
"Well did you take out the batteries?"
"It is dead."
"How about control - alt - delete?"
Rolls eyes.
"Did you shake it? Maybe there is a loose connection."
He goes and gets the manual. This is never a good sign. He also has the receipt so I know he is preparing to send it back to Canada to the Future Shop. (We have made it to Desert Hot Springs, California now and it is really interesting here. Lots of cacti, palm trees, hot springs....but I digress.)
"I'm sorry your toy is broken."
"Hmph. You realize this means we can't send the DVD, right."
I do NOW! I make the conscious, and decidedly unselfish choice to play the supportive wife roll and not that of the whining brat.
"Oh...all your hard work. I am so sorry!" (Big hug that he silently endures.)
And back to Bella and Edward I go. "Who ARE these people?" you ask. Only the best fictional characters I have met in MONTHS!!!
I am reading the Twilight Saga! Normally, I am not that into vampire books. I mean, like any red blooded (haha) girl I read Ann Rice in the 90's, but i have not ventured into that world since then. But these....sigh.
I experience a unique sensation when I read or watch anything truly romantic. My left wrist aches. If it is truly, truly romantic then BOTH wrists ache. And with over the top crazy romantic my neck aches, too! Let me just tell you, I was a bundle of aches for the whole first book!
Twilight is so far my total favorite! New Moon was good too, but not like Twilight. I am now partway through Eclipse and am really liking it. I think I have to wait for Christmas for the last book, but that gives me time to reread the first three.
I think that the first reading is kind of like the Christmas Dinner. You are so excited to eat it and so hungry that you just Hoover it down. Then for the second helping, you savor it more and really enjoy the nuances of flavor. That is what the second reading will be like. I will savor. I will enjoy. I will remember to breath while I am reading and not try to navigate stairs out of hot tubs while still reading. I will cook without the book in my face and answer my family with words rather than sounds. I have to have something to do in the week before Breaking Dawn...I mean....Christmas.
So after I have been reading for about half an hour, Michael comes into our room and looks at me. I finish my paragraph and glance up.
"It was unplugged and the battery died."
"WHAT?"
"It looked like it was plugged in but the little plug that goes into the side was not making a full connection."
"Good grief. Well...I'm glad you got your toy back."
This morning, my coffee pot died. I can't help but wonder if we were given back one life only to have another, equally important one, snatched from us.
I miss you Mr. Coffee.
RIP.
