wednesday updates
We are just cracking along over here.
All parcels have been posted.
Oof that's some work. Boxing and wrapping and making pretty and securing addresses - people act like it's nothing, but it's a lot. I'm whining about it now.
Anyway, it's all out.
We got to the Apple store at 8:30. In the morning. Everything seems to be a-okay with my laptop. They even replaced some of the cosmetic components. I have a new computer.
I left a Christmas card for the four geniuses who helped us.
I would like to thank my husband who:
not only thought to back up my hard drive as soon as it appeared that my little white square was going to crash, but also transferred a copy that hard drive to his laptop and gave me my own screen or whatever it's called wherein you can sign into someone else's computer and see all your crap.
I hope that is enough with the thanking as I would like to point out that I don't think I am a MacBook Pro kind of girl.
For one thing, it's titanium, or some such, and it's cold under my wrists.
Secondly, I am confused about the lit keyboard. When does it light? Why? I have not been able to establish a pattern.
Finally, it's just too damn big. And shiny. And fast.
Yes, my little white number is probably akin to hamsters running on wheels compared to his glowing silver monolith, but I like it.
And he bought it for me -
so
I'll thank him for that too.
Tiffany is s pretty place to visit. I'm not crazy about all the charm bracelet crappe they are pushing right now though. We bought corporate gifts for some clients of K's.
It was pretty painless, although they have an awful lot of staff so it was hard walking around browsing at big giant diamonds without a ton of people asking if they could assist me or asking how I was. That seems to be the new upscale how-may-I-help-you approach, the asking how someone is. I'm fine.
Actually, I'm getting fine. Yesterday my left ear unclogged for a while. It was very strange to hear in stereo again.
Next we went to drive a Chevy. Sheesh am I spoiled. First of all, the dealership (the same one I leased my Suburban from 9 years ago) was FILTHY. Our salesman was wearing a ratty sweater with pills and holes in it, and his undershirt was awful looking. I'm sorry, but that doesn't make me want to buy a car from you - it doesn't make me think I should help you, put money in your pocket, by buying a car from you. There floors were filthy and the whole place smelled like tires.
If there's one thing I've learned from being at Volvo these past six years, from HAVING to be at Volvo so frequently these past three years, it's that it's been very comfortable to sit there while my car was dealt with. And the employees wear cute oxford shirts with little Volvo insignia. And, in the end, the very plastic-y Chevy we drove was not very much less than my Volvo, and it has slightly fewer amenities. The pricing of this vehicle seemed to be pulled directly from the ether, I mean - the base price was as I had researched it, but the monthly lease price was completely fabricated. And, when we did not quibble or haggle (we don't) the fellow said, I could reduce that by 20 to 30 dollars a month if you need me to.
We need to drive a Jeep and a Ford and then think some more.
We were rescued by Youngest who had forgotten his history homework. We had to dash home to find it and bring it to school. (We didn't HAVE TO, but it was the perfect exit.)
Today?
the procurement of fill-in Christmas gifts
the driving of the Jeep
the laundry
the ironing
It's beginning to look a lot like.............MIDDLE'S BIRTHDAY.
Two days to go.
As you were.
All parcels have been posted.
Oof that's some work. Boxing and wrapping and making pretty and securing addresses - people act like it's nothing, but it's a lot. I'm whining about it now.
Anyway, it's all out.
We got to the Apple store at 8:30. In the morning. Everything seems to be a-okay with my laptop. They even replaced some of the cosmetic components. I have a new computer.
I left a Christmas card for the four geniuses who helped us.
I would like to thank my husband who:
not only thought to back up my hard drive as soon as it appeared that my little white square was going to crash, but also transferred a copy that hard drive to his laptop and gave me my own screen or whatever it's called wherein you can sign into someone else's computer and see all your crap.
I hope that is enough with the thanking as I would like to point out that I don't think I am a MacBook Pro kind of girl.
For one thing, it's titanium, or some such, and it's cold under my wrists.
Secondly, I am confused about the lit keyboard. When does it light? Why? I have not been able to establish a pattern.
Finally, it's just too damn big. And shiny. And fast.
Yes, my little white number is probably akin to hamsters running on wheels compared to his glowing silver monolith, but I like it.
And he bought it for me -
so
I'll thank him for that too.
Tiffany is s pretty place to visit. I'm not crazy about all the charm bracelet crappe they are pushing right now though. We bought corporate gifts for some clients of K's.
It was pretty painless, although they have an awful lot of staff so it was hard walking around browsing at big giant diamonds without a ton of people asking if they could assist me or asking how I was. That seems to be the new upscale how-may-I-help-you approach, the asking how someone is. I'm fine.
Actually, I'm getting fine. Yesterday my left ear unclogged for a while. It was very strange to hear in stereo again.
Next we went to drive a Chevy. Sheesh am I spoiled. First of all, the dealership (the same one I leased my Suburban from 9 years ago) was FILTHY. Our salesman was wearing a ratty sweater with pills and holes in it, and his undershirt was awful looking. I'm sorry, but that doesn't make me want to buy a car from you - it doesn't make me think I should help you, put money in your pocket, by buying a car from you. There floors were filthy and the whole place smelled like tires.
If there's one thing I've learned from being at Volvo these past six years, from HAVING to be at Volvo so frequently these past three years, it's that it's been very comfortable to sit there while my car was dealt with. And the employees wear cute oxford shirts with little Volvo insignia. And, in the end, the very plastic-y Chevy we drove was not very much less than my Volvo, and it has slightly fewer amenities. The pricing of this vehicle seemed to be pulled directly from the ether, I mean - the base price was as I had researched it, but the monthly lease price was completely fabricated. And, when we did not quibble or haggle (we don't) the fellow said, I could reduce that by 20 to 30 dollars a month if you need me to.
We need to drive a Jeep and a Ford and then think some more.
We were rescued by Youngest who had forgotten his history homework. We had to dash home to find it and bring it to school. (We didn't HAVE TO, but it was the perfect exit.)
Today?
the procurement of fill-in Christmas gifts
the driving of the Jeep
the laundry
the ironing
It's beginning to look a lot like.............MIDDLE'S BIRTHDAY.
Two days to go.
As you were.
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Then 16 (! I didn't even know I knew 16 people) friends and us are going out to dinner at Chef's restaurant.
I've got half a dozen bottles of sparkling shiraz to get us started and have arranged for there to be some big antipasto platters to get us underway.
Birthdays are so much fun!
Loved Youngest's letter to Santa. You should see what Brizio wrote, so funny.
Also interesting about all the cars you get to drive before buying one. NO SUCH THING HERE.
Anyway -- I must have missed a few posts somewhere because why oh why are you not looking at Toyota, Subaru or Honda—all of which are great cars and in my experience have clean, well-organized and cordial dealerships?
I am very much impressed that your packages are sent before your decorating begins.
Go Middle - enjoy every moment of your special day.
p.s. who says that Anonymous is never supportive? She is now!
I hate the haggling. It's such a load of crap.
And our local Toyota dealership? Huge and new with dead plants and smarmy sales guys smoking on the front stairs. Plus, they wouldn't tell us the price of the vehicle. Seriously, we were supposed to say what we were willing to spend. Needless to say, we didn't and then we left.
So. Don't buy a Chevrolet. Plenty fo other American/Japanese/European cars to choose from.