(Wow … so this post has been sitting in drafts for a week, and I guess that I am just about to finish it. I have been recovering from surgery as well as repeatedly shifting ideas in regard to changing the course of my life. So far I realized that I am not really good at it, and I have to question my direction.)
The last week has been kind of wonderful and kind of ridiculous.
My husband came down to Albuquerque to be with me at the gallery last Friday. That was the first time that he has ever been down there with me, so that was nice. We attempted to go out afterwards, since we don’t get the opportunity to go to some of our favorite placed in Albuquerque these days. Unfortunately our night was cut a bit short.
We offered to do a favor for a local art gallery in Santa Fe and set up this projection area for an art opening that they were having that night. They really waited until the last minute to get things set up, and while we were out we received a phone call that the projector was not displaying anything. My husband tried to help them over the phone, but they seemed to think that it was a larger problem. We were in the middle of a conversation with some friends, but left and drove all the way back to Santa Fe to see what was going on. Basically, these people did not know how to operate a remote. My husband just pressed a button and things were back up.
We spent the rest of the night just sort of hanging out and having fun. That was nice. The rest of that weekend was kind of lazy, and then Monday came. We were super productive and just sat at the kitchen table with our laptops working on our online portfolios, etc. My husband lost a hard drive with a bunch of files and was pretty upset, because he wanted certain ones for his portfolio. As it turned out, I actually had a copy of some of the files. I was excited that I found them, and wanted to show them to him. I flipped my laptop around as one of the videos was playing, forgetting that I had an entire pint of Left Handed Milk Stout behind my laptop. The kitchen table is pretty small and did really not leave that much free space … which meant that I knocked over the stout which then flowed right into the back of my husband’s MacBook Pro and INSTANTLY fried it. He opened it up, but it was beyond repair. Those parts were simply not meant to swim in a nice thick, sticky stout.
The next day we had to go out and spend lots of money on a new one because he can’t work without it.
Overall, he was really nice about it. Did not blame me or make me feel bad, and understood that it was totally an accident that happened because I was excited to show him something. He did however post this on FaceBook.
Oh, the comments that followed.
A week and a half later and all is well in that regard. My emotions however, have been up and down. I have spent a lot of time absolutely crippled by anxiety. All hail klonopin, and a few conversations with my husband.