Instead of looking at the fashions, walk out into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They never primp or shop, but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them.
In typical can-do fashion, Ian has overcome the original technical difficulties that plagued his recent computer purchases. He installed the new video card a while ago, having ordered a cable online, and today his replacement monitor arrived (at 6 pm, as late as we’ve ever gotten a UPS delivery — of course, just when you’re anxiously waiting!).
The replacement monitor tested out perfectly and I quickly heard happy noises from Ian’s office. I figure I might as well write off seeing him for, oh, a few weeks until the shine wears off a bit.
Fortunately, our garden has unexpectedly produced a flower to keep me company while Ian’s gazing adoringly at his monitor.
In unrelated news, I’m on the verge of being fed up with the whole long hair thing. My hair was flapping around behind me today as I test rode a Specialized Amira and I was about ready to chop it off right then. So I may not wait as long as RAMROD before cutting it all off. …Oh, yes, I was trying out a different bike. Not because I’m in the market — I’m not, although if anybody has a set of good wheels they want to part with, I might be interested — but because Dad was test-riding a Specialized Tarmac, and I wanted to keep him company. What better way than to try out the new race bike from Specialized? The bike is on par with Lucy, with slightly lower-end components. Overall I had a fun time riding it, and the power transfer when I stood up on the pedals was certainly something else, but I’m not ready to trade Lucy in yet.
God doesn’t want us to be shy with his gifts, but bold and loving and sensible.
2 Timothy 1:7
For some time Ian’s been eyeing these amazing $5,000+ monitor setups that have vast screen acreage in amazing configurations. Eventually he realized that he could achieve the setup he craved at a much lower cost by assembling it himself in parts. I readily agreed because, let’s be honest, Ian’s spent next to nothing on his hobbies while willingly facilitating my spending thousands of dollars on my hobbies. Besides, he’s had the same monitor since 2001 — it’s practically an antique, and he even repaired it once himself — and his video card is 6 years old, too. As a reward for surviving ITP Phase 2 (his most recent work project, which was rocky to say the least), he finally ordered a new monitor and video card for himself, the first step in his Grand Monitor Plan.
Here Ian is with the new monitor, video card, and an extremely rare huge smile on his face. (Sorry it’s grainy; ISO 400 will do that.)
I doubt you can read it, but the monitor has a note on it that says “Thank you for selecting this monitor.” I think it’s missing a few words, and it should actually say “Thank you for selecting this HUMONGOUS, AMAZING monitor OF DOOM.” Just a thought. It’s 6:25 pm; I might as well write off dragging the boy away from his machine until the new hardware is installed and working. I’ve got my appreciative, admiring comments all shined, buffed, and ready for deployment.
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