EW… corrected

Yesterday I referred to the book Sarah's Key which does take place during and after WWII but in France not Romania.   The book I meant to refer to is Smuggled.

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Ew …

I've just finished reading 2 books, Sarah's Key and Notes from the Other Side of Night.  Both in part deal with the regime of Nicolae Ceausescu the former dictator of Romania.  Imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon this article while doing further research on the man.

People still worship this vile human being!  And the fact that his children have trademarked his name just creeps me out.

"Last year, Valentin started to move to protect the Ceausescu name from commercial exploitation by registering it as a trademark in Romania. Prior to that it had been used to sell a wide range of products, including chocolates and condoms. The exhumation may be part of an effort to increase the value of the family name." 

What value?

Trial and error

Yesterday I shipped back the non-wireless printer and bought a wireless printer for only $10 more. Yea

Today I installed the new wireless printer – sort of yea.  It was one of those if I had a brain I'd be dangerous installations.  Disc drive on imac doesn't work anymore – boo.  You can install the printer via a USB cable (included for once) Yea.

Tried to install the printer driver on ibook yea.  ibook system software not up to date to support printer software – boo.  Try to update system software on ibook, kill ibook – boo.

Now I have a system disc stuck in the disc drive on the ibook and no clue on how to get it out – boo

Copy updated system onto flashdrive to use to install on ibook – yea

ibook still dead so can't update system yet- boo

pour a glass of wine, walk across house to computer, forgot wine glass.

Through up hands, walk back to kitchen and get glass of wine, walk back to computer then email nephew to find out how to resurrect ibook.

The House Rules

We only have 2.  First is NO CATS ALLOWED ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER.  Yes Sophie that applies to you not just Ted and Emme.

Second is we must always have a black cat.  Black cat get a bad rap for no logical reason.  One of my Aunts was terrified of black cats, I used to love it when Zachary came strolling into the room.  Yes evil I know but some what harmless evil.

We've had Spook (he was born on Halloween), Zachary, Samantha, Chloe, Alex and currently Emme.  Emme is adorable and lovable on her terms.  She spent the first year of her life in the animal shelter so she's not fond of being picked up and held which is sad because she's so cute I want to pick her up all the time.

Now I forget where I was going with this so I have to end …

Mixed Feelings

Today is our 12th anniversary.  It is also the 10th anniversary of the breath taking horror that was inflicted upon our country.

I remember that day so clearly.  A phone call that woke us up.  I thought it was my mother-in-law, having forgotten the time change, calling from Cleveland to wish us happy anniversary.  Instead it was one of our neighbors saying turn on the tv.  I turned it on just in time to see the first tower collapse.

I had spent 2 1/2 years commuting to New York for work.  The office was a few short blocks from the Trade Center and the hotel where I frequently stayed was at the base of the towers.  I'd been to Windows on the World for dinner.  I couldn't help but think of my friends were they caught in the chaos and the wonderful staff at the hotel who were so pleasant when I'd drag myself into the lobby at midnight having just flown across the country.  What about the delightful people at the Japanese restaurant who made me and my book feel like we were part of the place.  All those people in the underground shopping area, the PATH train station that emptied into the towers.  All those people in the towers.  All those people.

It was a day spent glued to the tv because I couldn't look away I couldn't disrespect the people who had died and the survivors by looking away.

Today it's been 10 years.  How our world has changed.  There are children who've only known a world in which we are at war, of heightened security, of their parents being hyper vigilant about their safety.

Let us never forget.