Hi there! Remember me? Former regular blogger, now full time eBay seller and watchdog over grandma’s computer?

I’m home sick today {{cough cough}} It’s the first day off I’ve had in six or seven weeks. I’ve kind of lost track of time, as the days of driving over to grandma’s house and spending all day, every day, teaching a woman in her 80’s how to use a computer, and photographing and describing her vast collection of Depression Glass, have all sort of run together into one big melted blob of cheese.

Cheese?

Yes, grandma likes cheese. I like cheese too, but we have something with cheese every day for lunch. I should have very strong bones and a stopped-up colon in a few months. But my colon will survive, which is more than I can say for other parts of me.

My back may never be right after my escape the other day. Grandma is driving some now, as the medicine she takes for her Parkinson’s has stabilized the shaking, and she needed a prescription refill. She doesn’t have a spare front door key, because they always came and went through the garage. But since grandpa passed away, she had a spare door opener.

So she left to go to the drugstore, and left me the old garage door remote control to use in case she didn’t return in time to be there when I had to go pick daughter up from school. The time came, and I used the wall-mounted opener inside the garage to open the door. When I got outside, I pressed the button on the hand held remote she gave me, to lower the door.

Nothing happened.

I pressed the button again. I pressed it several times with increasing urgency.

Nothing.

I went back inside and pressed the wall-mounted button. The door closed.

I pressed it again and the door went up

I checked my watch and realized I had to get going or Daughter would be left at the altar…errr… parking lot. So I did what any mother would do. I wished I had a stunt double.

But no magic person appeared, so I did the next best thing, I did the stunt myself. I hit the button and made a dash for the door as it started its descent. I did a diving roll, a la Indiana Jones, and made it to the driveway before the door closed all the way. I was quite proud of myself. I was also quite sore, as I am not a world class adventurer. I am a middle-aged mom with a history of broken bones. Nothing was broken but I was breathing hard from the excitement of the mad dash, and my back and hips ached from the drop and roll.

(This is starting to sound pornographic with all this urgency, arising, and heaving breasts - LOL)

I made it to the school in time to pick up the girl. I returned to grandma’s house and found her at the computer. I hoped she was heeding my warnings not to click on any links in any e-mail (I told her that e-mail links could be viruses and if she clicked on one she might get a virus on her computer. She didn’t really understand that, so I told her that if she clicked on a link, Howie Mandel would die and she’d never get to see Deal or No Deal again.)

:)

Don’t know when I’ll get a chance to post again, or visit any of your blogs. I miss you, and wish you well.

TUESDAY NIGHT UPDATE: many Tuesday evenings find me at Open Mike Night at Successful Blog. It is a lovely venue filled with wonderful bloggers who discuss a wide range of topics, eat virtual Klondike bars and frolic in the meadow. OK, so we don’t really frolic, but we do have some fascinating discussions. And this evening, Timothy Johnson, blogger extraordinaire of Carpe Factum, was wondering why his Technorati ranking seems to go up and down like a roller coaster. In the spirit of sharing (which Liz Strauss promotes) I am sharing Timothy’s blog with you. Stop by, read and enjoy. Cheers!

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