The Macbook Air saga continues.

Despite Minion’s efforts to fix my wi-fi issues, I am still finding myself with sporadic internet. I figured it would be less aggravating to go to the Apple store and hand my computer over to a “genius” to fix. My intention was to have the previous (and less buggy) operating system installed.

I was informed that because I have a new fangled air card in my computer, downgrading wouldn’t be an option. But the genius helping me was a familiar face so I felt hopeful that she would be able to figure it out. She doodled around and found several potential issues and fixed them, I hoped. Meanwhile, I enjoyed some blazing fast internet while in the store.

I was all ready to get home and compose a make-up letter to Apple, telling them that I forgive them as long as they promise to never do it again. Do you want to guess what happened?

It’s back to the drawing for me. Because the wi-fi worked at the store but not at home, I am lead to believe that it’s a problem with older model modems and my wi-fi card.

Fine, I’ll buy that, but I didn’t buy this computer thinking that I would have to upgrade the rest of my hardware. I’ll be at their door tomorrow.

On to more interesting things, the condition of my kitchen. All this travel/retreat/camping has laid waste to my housekeeping. I spent the morning cleaning the house and enlisted the boys’ help at the bargain low price of $1 each. I got them to wipe down the floors, baseboards and do the dusting.

Scrotus volunteered to clean the bathroom and I was like, why not? He actually did a great job and imagine my great amusement when a few hours later he said, “Well that’s annoying. I just cleaned the bathroom and someone peed on the toilet seat.” Is there a word for when you finally feel understood?

Oh, that’s right, it’s VINDICATED.

Here’s a couple cute pictures of the boys playing with their chickens. After all, it’s Saturday and my numbers drop on the weekends anyway so why not post any old stupid thing I want? Just because I’m participating in A Post A Day doesn’t mean that every post is great. Voila!

Testiclese and Blondie, our favorite chicken. She’s sitting on a couple snowboards that Lonny just sold on eBay.

Scrotus and Hannah, enjoying a little free-range time.

Time to cut the crap.

A lidded vessel I made but the lid doesn’t fit right. A crystal lowball glass that Lonny bought a Howard Higgman’s estate sale. He was a professor at the University and his legacy was the Conference on World Affairs. He was also a legendary drunk which meant Lonny cleaned up when it came to scoring great glasses. This one, a personal favorite, is cracking in three places so it’s time to go. The sticks were found underneath one of my couches while cleaning (gleaned from a hike, no doubt) and a ramekin that is a great color but no longer my style. TRASH and DONATE.

I etched the vessel and underglazed it, but the glaze overpowered it. TRASH.

Scrotus got this for his birthday, put it together and forgot it. I’m going to give it away.

REGIFT.

I have a hard time getting rid of boxes because I hope that maybe I can put all the pieces back with the instructions and sell it on eBay. But who am I kidding, that will never happen. I’m TRASHING this box.

I don’t know where this footstool came from but not a few hours after I set it outside by the trashcan, a woman came by and took it. She just got a vintage trailer and wanted to outfit it with period pieces. You know what they say about one man’s garbage.

DONATE.

Lonny picked these up at a garage sale, they are both filled in already. RECYCLE.