A wise man would just stop now, go put the pizza in the oven, open a bottle and move on without trying to write today.
I am not a wise man.
Today was great and I was about to sit down for a little writing session when it seemed like I’d forgotten my password. I kept typing but the Mac did that little shaky dance telling me that I’d entered the password wrong.
I tried it again, and again, and again. Little shaky dance kept going on like it was a computer party inside the CPU. Then my troubleshooting brain started working and I wondered if I had changed my password. Then I got afraid that someone had hacked in and changed my password. Then I worried that the whole computer has melted down and lost all my files, which got me thinking about when was the last time I did a backup.
Then in a flash I wondered if my keyboard was bad so I went and found my backup keyboard (yes, I have a backup keyboard). Plugged it in and like magic the password I just typed fifty times magically works. No little shaky dance going on anymore.
A little testing showed that typing ‘f’ on the keyboard puts the characters, ‘f0’ on the screen.
and no, ‘f’ is not part of my password, just part of the word I was thinking while trying to get things working…
What’s really frustrating is that I just bought that keyboard a month ago to replace the one I’ve had for about four years. I’ve had it for 33 days and bang, dead. So now I’ve got this wacky little Mac keyboard that I hate typing on and a couple of million things I want to write about.
Sigh…
Other than my keyboard deciding to die and consuming an hour of my writing time, today was a great day. Seriously. Heather and I spent the day out at the quilt show. I love to see all the quilts. I say quilts, but fabric art would be a better term, as most of the quilts there are works of art, depicting everything from abstract art, to portraits, to landscapes, to – well anything you’d see in an art gallery.
I find viewing the quilts to be inspiring. It’s part of that whole, “breathing in” thing and part of what might be my new motto, “Put yourself in the path of inspiration.”
The other reason to go was to support Heather as one of her quilts was in the show. This one:
Heather in front of her “British Train”
Yup, that’s a train coming out of a tunnel. Both Heather and I have a love for old steam trains. We’ve ridden on them, seen them in museums, read about them and Heather remembers them from her childhood in England. This quilt started in our kitchen where we have a train theme for the decor. The door to the hallway off the kitchen needed some kind of a curtain and Heather thought that it would be neat to have a train coming out of the normally dark hallway.
That’s when she started her research and spent many hours looking for pictures of British Steam trains and train tunnels. This is the final design she came up with. The curtain is in three long strips, each pieced together with blocks of fabric and then quilted. The effect is impressive. I love the way the steam comes out of the top.
I just knew this one was good enough to put in the show and the selection jury agreed with me and accepted it into the show. Sadly, the judges didn’t completely agree with me and we didn’t take home a ribbon.
Finally, I’d like to followup on my little story from last week. Yes, I’ll write more on this since a number of you are interested in knowing if Miguel and company gets that deer for the Captain. I was thinking of writing that tonight, but this whole keyboard thing has just left poor Miguel somewhere between the ship and shore waiting for his writer to get a replacement keyboard.
Till next week,
Andrew
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