Meet the most violent corner of my home. This is where threats are made to blow up one of the computers. Please notice I have two, the good-old-friendly one, and the new beast that has a bloody mind of its own. I have threatened to shoot the new beast with a bb gun I am trying to borrow from a relative, but it really does not matter what I do, say or try to intimidate it with sending it to recycle heaven, the new beast would just do as it —–well pleases. I need to ponder on the situation because it is really a super fast, super slick, with the magic of LED, so that means everybody look prettier, and I am still paying for it!
This is like a really sour, bad, love-hate relationship going on here. Who needs a husband, when I have something that behaves like one right here. Seriously…
I think masochism must be on my DNA because I decided that today was the perfect day to bring out my sewing machine, the one I have not used for years. I bought that machine to make my own curtains when we moved to North Carolina in 2006. I calculated that the cost was going to be less than having them done by an outsider versus yours truly, and after I figured out the cost of fabric and sewing machine, etc. we were ahead a couple of hundred dollars. So, voila, we bought a sewing machine. Curtains came out really nice, I made sure that the pattern had lines, so all I had to do was sew in a straight line…all the time. Mission accomplished on that one.
Now let’s move back to the future…this morning I thought about fixing two pair of slacks, croppers, because I really like them, but they are too big for my new version of skinny everything. Like to show my total absence of curves, if you guess what I mean. The black pair came out perfect, that was after spending one hour figuring out how to thread the machine and bobbin. My hair is freaking out by all these new attempts. The white pair…well, if I was 60 lbs or 30 or so kilos, they would be just perfect. Now, the question is…I am more tempted to lose the pounds than to face that sewing machine again.
As you notice on the picture, all these machines, when in use make a community of three, versus a population of one on Planet Noury.
I feel sometimes that I need to be careful how deep I breath in my place, because one or all of these machines may turn on against me at any given moment.
No kidding…or yes, a little. There’s really nothing, absolutely nothing boring about my life. Like it that way.
One interesting Cinco de Mayo in my part of the universe.
“What there’s not to like about technology and old age.” Guess who said this. Bingo!