Yesterday's weather, except for the afternoon rain storm, was almost ideal for human habitation. It was a glorious spring day.
Ever since we got a cable modem, it has been disturbingly easy to run out of hard drive space, so we ordered a 120 gig hard drive (which arrived several days late for reasons known only to Airbourne Express) and I set about trying to install it in our G3 Mac. I've installed various stuff in previous Macs, so I bravely set out to do this. (Don't send advice. I've probably already tried it or downloaded it.) While I did succeed in backing up the old drive to the new drive, I could not make the new drive and the CD-ROM drive run simultaneously, and from a bleak half hour yesterday afternoon, I thought I'd fried everything, since nothing worked.
I began the process three hours before Peter came home from school, thinking that was plenty of time. I ran out to the street to retrieve Peter from the school bus just at the point that I had everything spread out everywhere and no piece of equipment was on speaking terms with any other piece of equipment.
Peter was uncharacteristically understanding about this, perhaps because he could identify with having unexpectedly made a terrible mess. He played nicely without waking the baby (who eventually woke up herself).
At some point, he was outside the front door nicely watering the daffodils. When I checked on him a few minutes later, he didn't have any clothes on. They were all in a pile on the front walk. He evidently had become concerned that I wouldn't want him to get his clothes wet and had solved this problem without my help! I made him put a bathing suit on and took his clothes in the house.
I did eventually get the computer put back together, though I think I'm going to have the hard drive professionally installed by someone who knows what all these differently shaped connectors inside my computer are for.
David came home with another G3 that he'd bought from Patrick Nielsen Hayden. (It was reassuring to know he was coming home with it at the points when I thought I'd destroyed our current G3.)
Meanwhile, I've also been getting as much stuff as possible out of our garage and over to the Congregational Church for their annual Barn Sale. I was expecting to see Cailin Blasdell there (she is a volunteer helping organize the sale) when I dropped off a load of furniture, but it poured rain during the middle of the afternoon when I'd planned to go. Today is the last day I can decommission major objects taking up space, so I'm determined. So far, it's a beautiful day.