WhoOsh

That’s the sound of my week disappearing under my feet.

Even today, a day off, seemed to vanish. In part, due to the ridiculous location of the cabin air filter in our minivan — located behind the glovebox and oriented sideways, requiring a 90° turn while replacing –poor dude at Mr. Lube spent the better part of an hour trying to gain access in order to replace it — the original was missing and it’s easy to understand why. Here’s a photo of the process just before the last step:

Oh well, the van is running much smoother now.

I grabbed lunch from Red Fish Blue Fish, subsidized by a soon-to-expire  Groupon. Very yummy but I was annoyed that the malt vinegar reduction was not wrapped better (I expected a lid) and ended up spilling and dribbling everywhere.

I should mention that early this morning, my MacBook started acting up — I am typing this on my old Dell (which I hadn’t yet stripped and scorched — Procrastination FTW!). Basically, it sees the network but refuses to let me use it for anything useful (e.g. Chrome, Firefox and iTunes do not connect out; connections just keep timing out). After asking for help from Mike and folks on Twitter and Facebook, it’s still a mystery. Then Mike reminded me I paid for Apple Care so they’ll be the next people I bother.

Right now, I am ignoring the MacBook.

Instead, with Kiddo’s help, I put together an apple crumble (it’s cooling now, waiting for ice cream to return…. mmmm…. ).

Oh, I almost forgot… I took a copy of Haiku Miscellany in to Kiddo’s classroom today as I wanted to donate a copy to the school library. As she flipped through it, Kiddo’s teacher asked if she could keep it in the classroom for a few days first (“Of course!”) and then, when she saw the bio on the back,  she realized what I had meant when I said it was “my book.” She was very excited; Kiddo said her teacher later read the book to the class (how cool is that?) and there were many giggles to be had (even more cool!).

Speaking of writing, I’m going to go and gather poems for my week of non-posted poem-a-day verse. Oops.