Dear blog,
What an interesting two days it’s been since last I posted.  I did try writing yesterday, but the bandwidth I was stealing on someone’s unsecured network near the coffee shop where I was writing died partway through, and all of my witticisms were lost.  Alas.
Yesterday Jessica, who is seven and was home sick with some minor bug or other, killed my Rotel cd player. She was trying to work something out about changing dvds, but got confused and forced the cd player’s drawer. The drawer had been overextended by a child once before (about two years ago), and this was the last straw. I’ve been assured it’s not repairable – they had to hand make a replacement part last time – so I now need to confront replacing the machine, or not. This is something of a dilemma. When you’re either single or wealthy you can justify buying redundant pieces of equipment. I bought the cd player, and it’s accompanying amplifiers and speakers, about eleven years ago. I was single, and spending thousands of dollars didn’t phase me much. Now, I have two kids, a mortgage, and I can play cds on my computer, and on the dvd player if I have to. It’s just that I can hear the difference. sigh. I already have a recommendation for a replacement from the indefatigable Gordon, but I’ll think on it a while, I guess.
Other than that, Christmas is coming up fast now. This Friday we have an end of year school Christmas thing to go to, then Saturday night is Marianne’s band’s end of year, and then on Sunday Marianne and the girls have an all-day rehearsal for the kids big show. That’s followed by a Wednesday night dress rehearsal, then two big performances on Friday and Saturday. The show last three hours, but doesn’t seem quite that short. The girls will be sweet, though.
The reading is coming along slowly. I seem more reluctant than I’d expected to climb back on the wagon, but it’ll come. I’m even thinking about getting a reader to help me a bit with the year’s best reading. I know others do it, and there’s so much stuff to cover that it might well make sense. Not sure, though. I’m also still waiting on Iain Banks’s MATTER. I’d hoped to read it before Christmas, but who knows now. I’ve also got to chase up some e-copies of novels. Hmmm.
There is one nice thing that’s happened, though. I’ve found these mornings. Normally my mum and I have coffee every morning before I go to work. It’s great, and I really enjoy the time with her. I’d expected to really miss it during the six weeks she’s unable to drive, but instead have found a quiet half hour when I can sit down, write or read, and have a coffee. It’s a small grace that I’ll happily surrender when she’s back on board, but it’s been nice.
Yrs, as ever,
J