So we celebrated the 4th by getting a new computer.
The old one died over the weekend. It rallied there at the end after giving us daily fits for a week, probably just to confuse us, but by Monday morning it was dead dead dead. L. found an open store on the 4th and selected a sleek new grey one with an extra large plasma screen. New boxes for Ellie to play in!
It is sad to no longer have my vast collection of saved e-mails and rather unnerving to no longer have anyone's e-mail address.
L. is still in the process of transferring files from the two old hard drives unto the new. Some of my Word files have already made the transition and I'm trying not to hyperventilate over the fate of those still missing--surely they'll show up eventually.
Over the last few days I've used S.'s old computer for short internet fixes, but its connection has always been reliably undependable, and I had to reboot numerous times on Friday in order to publish my Spark post. I didn't participate in the Brodie discussion at the Metaxu Cafe over the weekend, therefore, but I did watch The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie for the first time Sunday night.
I read Mary Lee Settle's The Scapegoat and started Rebecca West's The Judge. I ordered H.G. Wells' The Island of Dr. Moreau for the next Slaves of Golgonda read and a dollar copy of The Thinking Reed for my Rebecca West project. I read the introduction to the Lydia Davis translation of Swann's Way for the Involuntary Memory group read. More bookish posts to follow.