the procrastinating girl

Photo Finished

The new year is less than two weeks old, but it's already time for a sweeping generalization.  I believe it is out to get me.  Around most corners, there has been what feels like some kind of inexplicable cosmic force slapping me across the cheek.  And I don't do inexplicable cosmic force.  My Sunday was the best example.  With several hours unbelievably to myself, I decided to be efficient.  Right.  I wanted to burn CDs of pictures from the last (mumbled number of) years, then go have prints made and begin assembling albums.  Because, you know, we. don't. have. any.  Upon sitting down in front of my laptop, already totally impressed with myself, I immediately noticed something was quirky with iPhoto.  Things weren't dragging and dropping.  I could drag, but then I couldn't drop.  Then I couldn't export.  Then I could, but I couldn't export enough.  I definitely couldn't burn anything.  But I was about to spontaneously combust.  I called Apple's infamous helpdesk where everyone sounds like they just hopped off a surfboard and picked up the receiver.  The good news is that my pictures are indeed safe.  The bad news is that for now they are safe, but stuck on my laptop.  Although, the more I think about it, I do carry it with me often.  Pictures from our trip to Quebec?  Well, I happen to have them right here!

Decade Deux

Happy new year and more.  I just went to log in to TypePad and not only did I need to re-enter my password, but the entire blogging software system has been updated in my absence.  I'm lucky they will still have me.  We did leave the time zone, and by that I mean the county, for a few days.  The day after Christmas we drove down to Washington DC, really to see my 90-year-old grandmother, but also do some sightseeing.  It was flat-out arctic.  The reflecting pool had completely iced over.  A full-day inside option was needed.  We had done the American History Museum with the First Ladies' gowns the day prior. The Air & Space Museum didn't give me enough air and space.  And an art museum?  We live in New York people.  The answer was clear.  Other kids vacation at DisneyWorld.  Ours go to the Newseum.  We billed it as journalism history!  The first amendment!  Cotton candy!  Or, rather, cafe desserts from Wolfgang Puck!  So was I surprised when Zoe wasn't as ecstatic as I was to see the actual door the Watergate burglars taped open at the DNC headquarters?  Hardly.  But she could have faked it.  I mean, we were in Washington.