[m i a o w] the cat

The weather was intermittently gorgeous. We returned a car and a trailer to Loch, making the trailer (the one that we live in) surrounds look a bit less like a secondhand dealership. I removed my lcd screen from dad’s computer and replaced it with his antiquated 14″ CRT [groan]. That computer knows me. It senses when I am near. As soon as I swapped monitors it ceased to recognise it’s hard drive. I breathed in deeply through my nose, counting slowly in many dialects.

Had lunch. And fortified by red wine, I took the case off for the bazillionth time, poked everything hard, and voila! It deigned to boot up. How kind. I’m never touching it again. Our relationship is one of mutual loathing. Pinched some firewood, and debated on borrowing my sister’s car, having just returned Small Brother’s hot rod. Why? Because the Humber needs some tweaking. M and I decided to ponder over the manual and see if we could put it to rights.

We noodled home in the late afternoon sun, kept driving past our driveway and continued down to Warneet…