Life of Wry

Photoless… because I got a new Macbook Pro today, transferred all my content (it took nearly ten hours to perform the transfer), but apparently iPhoto has been replaced by something fancier and, without iPhoto, I’m not sure how to access any of my 50,000 photos. One of many things I’ll have to figure out. So, photoless blog today.

The good news is I have new reliable hardware: I’m not on the verge of losing everything like I was with my 7-year-old Mac; I should have plenty of memory and RAM and horsepower and whatever else is modern and fast; I should be able to back up efficiently and effectively again; and I have Mac’s latest operating system–Yosemite–can’t complain about that!

The bad news is Yosemite is full of mountains to climb. I’m way off trail at the moment… quite lost…and it will take a few days to get back into the groove. Once I settle in, though, things should be hunky dory and better than ever.

THAT ASIDE…

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah Hey it’s My Birthday! 

Got back late last night from PV and have stories to tell about a very VERY swell few days and fantastic family birthday party. In short, I was more than sufficiently feted, but will have to back-fill those missing days and details later. Today, the actual day, was a little more chill:

• worked out;
• went to Brian the acupuncturist for a painful set of needles and a sublime session of cupping;
• did an in and outer at Mishka’s;
• met online with Gil the computer consultant who relocated to NYC and who, even though he is sick–too much frolicking in winter storm Jonah–assisted in the set up of the Mac to Mac data transfer;
• had a two hour massage … which Kelly gave me for free on account of my birthday;
• met with Megan the cryotherapist who freezes my hip and thumb;
• had a great birthday dinner (meatloaf and roasted butternut squash, sweet potatoes, carrots, broccoli, an okay cab and a superb chocolate cake with bits of dark chocolate baked right in) prepared by chef Jim;
• and futzed with the new computer!!!

Honestly, I felt like most of the day was at the hands of the service sector.

Maybe that’s just the way birthdays are supposed to be.