After much fiddling with wires and phone jacks, I've managed to connect from my mother's old iMac in the cabin.
I was going a little crazy with wanting to be here, especially with summer starting the way it has, all of a sudden, and the week I just had, which was packed with things-to-do.
For example, before I loaded up the car and left town, I went out and bought a mattress from a very textbook salesman in the Sleep Country on 41st. I took, with his prompting, a "comfort test". It involved lying on a dozen different mattresses, much as people do in Sleep Country commercials. Some of them were too mushy. Like lying in cottage cheese. Others were firm and vibrated when I breathed. But one of them was JUST RIGHT. They're going to deliver it on Wednesday, and I am going to be overwhelmed with sleeping satisfaction.
Happy is in the living room whining at me to come and dance for her. Actually, no, I don't know why she's whining. The first thing I did after bringing my stuff inside and turning on the hot water was take her for a walk to the lighthouse. There's no moon tonight, so I had to make estimates about where things were and whether I was about to walk off the cliffs or into a tree. Happy turned a luminous blue when we got out into the open, near the beach. We startled a group of seals that were lying on the rocks; they exploded into the water so loudly that I jumped. Twice. I get jumpy when I first arrive here, because everything is suddenly silent, and night gets so black. I have to force myself not to lock the door when I leave the cabin. After the first day I never bother anyway, but it's a hard habit to break, looking over my shoulder like that. It takes a while before sounds in the darkness aren't knife-thumbing muggers but a family of staring racoons.
I'm pretty exhausted, so I'll stop here. I just hope this thing will post. I'm going to go to my little room now and read. More tomorrow.
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How close do the seals let you come? What does Happy think of them?
You said more tomorrow, and now it's tomorrow, and where's the more?
My thoughts exactly. We need pictures of wind-whipped salty dogs and our narrator perched atop a slate crag.
Craig?
On the phone she said the thing wouldn't connect, so I don't think there will be updates for another day or so.
heh, I was just coming to post the same complaint.
Sorry all. I asked Marc to post a comment explaining the no-worky of the modem, but then he already had. Prompt!
Kimi - The seals are pretty skittish, if things that flop around and look like slugs with dog's heads can be skittish. (Just kidding, seals! I love yoo!) Happy thinks of them as wonderous prey when they're on land. Something, in other words, to stare at and then move hesitantly and yet menacingly toward until it leaves. Just like deer, otters, seagulls, cats, and children.
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