Cold Spaghetti

I am beginning to feel that the Universe is conspiring to keep me away from my photographs. This weekend, we took the kids on a spur-of-the-moment getaway to the beach at Gulf Shores… using my parents’ house as a base. On their computer, I was able to see some of the photos from the end of the trip that hadn’t been deleted from one of the memory cards. It was a shock to see how different they looked on a decent monitor (as opposed to my laptop) and I vowed not to touch them until I could view them decently.

Paul was going to let me view and organize this afternoon on his computer, but for some reason the thing is off the home network and I can’t get to the archive. He’s only gone for an hour or so in a meeting, so it was my one window of opportunity. There are still many pictures I haven’t seen yet, myself. I’ll petition him to let me borrow one of his four (yes, four, apparently, developers need an entire wall of monitors to work — genius requires desktop space, I guess) monitors and hook it up to my laptop tonight.

The exciting news is that we’re resigned to (FINALLY) get an Apple (no, it probably won’t be a new-hotness, nor will it be a laptop — my 6 year old $500 workhorse is doing fine). This desktop would be mine to primarily use for photo and video stuff and I’m thrilled. It’s a heck of a big move for us to consider this within the scope of us loosing $5000-$6000 on the shitty tile job and with the expenses hitting us in the next few months, but we’re reaching critical mass and something is going to give if we don’t move forward a bit. I’m excited about the upgrade but dreading moving to another machine, since I’ve used this one for years with no need of re-boot or cleaning. (What can I say? When Paul fixes up a machine, it WORKS.)

Moving on to other conspiracies… Michael Stipe no longer puts our children to sleep on car rides. Granted, they WERE calm and quiet and on the way to sleep when Paul reached back and put his hand on Will’s leg, so there is a chance that this disturbance interfered with the typical results. Last night, 2 of the 2.5 hours drive from Mobile to NOLA was spent with cranky kids driving us crazy.

In the past, re-entering the United States after weeks abroad has not went well for us. When we returned from the first Honduras trip, Paul was hospitalized with some malaria-ish condition (they couldn’t get blood at the right time to confirm diagnosis), I was stung by a yellow jacket and had an allergic reaction which made me cough so hard I popped out a few ribs and was bed ridden for two weeks, and Paul was laid off from his job. When we returned from Peru two years ago, we found that we had been victims of identity theft (an HR employee at Paul’s company — he is now in federal prison) and our car was dead.

Not withstanding the fact that Spirit Airlines SUCKS, we managed to get back in one piece yesterday — with ALL our luggage and ALL our delicate ceramics unbroken. We enjoyed a wonderful homecoming with the kids, who we picked up from school on the way back from the airport. Then we got home. And the shoe dropped.

The tile was laid in our bathroom while we were gone… we decided to hire someone on great recommendation rather than have Paul and I try to do this when we got back. We were sure his workman ship would live up to our expectations.

It didn’t. We are very disappointed.

The bottom line is that substantial portions will need to be redone.

We’re working on figuring out the next steps there. We’re also working on 800 other things, including getting settled back into our still-disaster-construction-zone house, planning how to spend the weekend re-connecting with our kids, processing the 4000+ photographs taken on the trip, and trying to adjust back to our actual jobs. Thankfully, I planned to NOT start interviews for my study until week after next… it will take that long to get organized.

Details on the trip and pictures posted soon.