The Daily Done: June 9-12

On June 9, I transferred my computer files to my new laptop. I finally replaced my 8-year-old Sony Vaio, which had slowed to a frustrating snail's pace and was running so scorching hot that I set it on a ventilated stand and kept a small fan blowing directly on it any time it was in use.

I actually replaced it a few weeks ago with a Dell... which turned out to be a lemon. :( It made my Vaio look like a cheetah and refused to run any program other than its library of 100+ apps (about 3 of which were useful to me). After spending hours Googling the error messages (on my Toshiba Chromebook, which I LOVE), I finally accepted that there was something really wrong with this machine and then spent more time purging all my files so I could return it. I was afraid I'd have to fight with the store to take it back, but the manager was super helpful. She even checked her inventory and pulled from the stockroom a $650 HP Pavilion which she sold to me for $289. :D

After working with the HP for a couple weeks to ensure it, too, was not a citrus fruit, I finally transferred all my files. I also caught up on posting, even at long last adding a profile picture to the GIY Facebook page.

One June 10, I went to a social engagement... a very rare occurrence for me. A former coworker hosted Margaritas on the Porch at her home. I was surprised and delighted to receive the invitation, and had a great time.

On June 11, I accomplished a few necessary but utterly un-post-worthy things like grocery shopping and laundry.

One June 12, I vegged. I'd had a tiring week at work. I cooked a hamburger (iron!) and watched a  PBS show "Super Skyscrapers." Because my life is THAT exciting. ;) Then, inexplicably, I was hit with a terrible feeling of emptiness for my dog. In general, I have been handling her loss quite well, but I suddenly felt incredibly sad. So it was off to bed for the tried-and-true remedy of a good night's sleep. Bean Sidhe always enjoyed a nap.

many years ago, on the afghan my mom crocheted for me her granddog

a few months ago, cozy on the warmth of the electric blanket

The second picture is poignant because I feel like I could just reach out and pet her, and she'd rub her face back and forth on the blanket, as was her habit. That's also the precise position I found her in the day she died. I had to look very closely to see that she wasn't breathing. Then I touched her paw and it was cold. Even so, when I picked up her little body, I half expected her to wake up and look at me. But of course she did not.