Just some general discontent over minor things. And also squee about how I love my new laptop of loveliness.
1. I am very MAD at my doctor. Admittedly I called on a Friday afternoon with symptoms of an infection but since he knows I'm a nursing mother, it might have been nice if he'd prescribed something that wasn't UNSAFE for breastfeeding. As in, the generic pharmacy printout that always says crap like "don't operate heavy machinery until you know how this medication affects you" and "don't drink alcohol" also listed "this medication is excreted in human milk. Do not take if breastfeeding." Hello! Plus I had already taken a dose so now get to suffer the pump only to throw out the milk for the next 24 hours. And go untreated until Monday when I call the doctor's office and speak to the nurse in a hopefully calm voice and ask for a safer alternative.
2. I transferred my documents to the Mac. I am in fact typing on the mac which I love and adore so very much already as it has a truly delightful keyboard. Yes, the keyboard is backlit, with keys nicely spaced out and smoothly matte textured without being slippery or bumpy or any of the other textures that drive me batty (yes, as a child I was the one who had to have all tags cut out of my clothing because they *hurt* and irritated me). There's a refinement, an elegance to it that I don't ordinarily associate with machinery.
I didn't transfer my 6000+ pictures because every time I tried it would stop at some early point in the estimated thirty-nine hour migration and so I decided to pop my thumb drive in when I get a chance and just add those images.
3. I don't actually know how to print a picture on mac. There's no right-clicky-print option nor am I yet adequately familiar with menus (excuse me but is "menus" not the funniest looking word? I once said "may-nooos" when I was reading aloud because i thought it was a form of the spanish "menos" which it obviously is not). So I have a father in law coming in the morning for an unscheduled Father's Day visit at which he expects a picture of the baby not an excuse about why I am incapable of providing same.
4. Finishing up The Shoemaker's Wife by Adriana Trigiani. A few thoughts. First of all, ever since The Time Traveler's Wife does it seem like there are many many titles of similar structure (The Memory Keeper's Daughter, The Shoemaker's Wife, etc.)? As in "supposedly interesting honorific made possessive's female relative". Is it just me?
Anyway, I love Lucia, Lucia by Trigiani and both Valentine books. I thought Queen of the Big Time was too hopeless. Rococo was pretty but unengaging for me--the narrator's voice seemed to lack believability in that it read (to me) as female-author-trying-to-use-male-narrator in a kind of obvious awkwardness. I see the same difficulty in Ciro's viewpoint in this one. I suppose opposite gender viewpoint is hard to write well. There are so many aspects of Trigiani's writing that are exquisite that any little blip feels wildly discordant to me. That and comparing all the damn scenery to meringues this go-round.
Trigiani is skilled at both sharp, witty dialogue and gut wrenching sad sentimentality, the latter of which tends to reduce me to a blubbering mess (I'm not allowed to read the rest of her Big Stone Gap series after choking and sobbing my way helplessly through the first). So I wasn't surprised to find sad deaths of children and beloved animal companions but it's still, if not overtly depressing, at least a story with a tragic pall across it. I'll review when I'm through but at this juncture I consider bits of it to be needlessly sad.
Now I'll wrap up with what I consider an accurately imagined dialogue between my HP and my new Mac:
Mac: I've detected you. Please migrate the selected files.
HP: Eh, that's a lot of work. Wanna play tic tac toe?
Mac: Maybe later. Let's transfer data first, okay?
HP: I want to play a game. How about NOT COOPERATING?
Mac: I understand you're really good at that game which is why I'm here. Now let's do this.
HP: Old Maid? Gin rummy? Spit? War?
Mac: No thank you. I'd like to get on with the migration. Also I do not play children's games. I occasionally indulge in an intellectually bracing game of chess. With Russian computers, famous ones.
HP: Well aren't we fancy? How about I just lock up and go gray screen? Like that?
Mac: (brandishes cool melty screen saver to amuse self while HP does annoying tricks)
HP: You can't have the music and now I'm blocking you from the pictures too nyahnyahnyah.
Mac: Fine. I'll take the documents. Also your incessant beeping is going to wake the baby.
HP: I don't care. She slobbers on me. She has it coming. No one here ever appreciated me. All geniuses have our quirks.
Mac: Your screen doesn't even work.
HP: I'm still better than you, with your flashy aluminum body. Bring it on!
Mac: (sighs tolerantly) I hope they recycle you.
The Pea, 6 month pic. No, I don't know how to rotate it yet on the mac. Just tilt your head and go awwwwwww!