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May 23, 2001
My NT and the JAZ disk having gone south last Wednesday,
I went home in a state of shock.
I get home early since I have a disabled child there.
And I get home early because, with the NT DOA, I
will type all night most nights on the G4 Mac. I love my Mac. But really!
I was in serious shock.
I am right at the end of a serious project.
I was numb.
So my younger son, being a wit, suggested bourbon.
I went to the little bookshelf where I keep such
things, and went down the hall a two-fisted fury.
One hand held a new bottle of Presidio Ruby Port
- my Doctor's preference is for me to drink red wine - and the other fist
held a bottle of Jack Daniels - sipping whiskey. I make cocktail franks
(bourbon, ketchup, barbecue sauce and mini-franks - slow cooked - fabulous).
I am interested in finding a really good and rich fudge cake made with
Bourbon. On or in it, I'm not sure. You can buy these are Christmas. Or
in Nashville.
We voted on Jack Daniels.
I am the proverbial cheap date. I rarely have a second
glass of wine. I never have more than one hard drink. I used to love whiskey
sours, in my younger days. good for cocktails parties. And I like Margaritas
with Mexican food. Salty rim. But it has been a long time for that in
any frequency. Once in awhile my sons like me to have a drink for my birthday
- I suspect it's because then my older son gets to drive my truck and
me home.
I am having my whiskey in a wine glass.
A full shot. Or what passes for one.
It was 5PM. Good enough for me!
I sipped it for two hours.
I was mellow.
My other child, the older one, arrived for a visit
after work.
I was cooking turkey breast - reheating it actually,
with homemade corn bread (my own invention - it was good - hope I remember
what I did) and nibblets.
The boys ate everything.
I had a slice of corn bread.
To absorb the whiskey.
I was still mellow.
Now, I am not a drinker. One drink puts me away for
the night. Cheap date.
My kids know this.
My first husband used to take advantage of it.
I have little judgement after one drink.
My smart-ass children decided that I needed more
Bourbon.
In shot glasses.
Turns out I have some - souvenirs from some convention.
My younger son knew where they were.
I washed them (they were dusty).
My older son and my younger son both told me how
full I should pour the whiskey.
I have reached nearly 60 years of age without knowing
how to pour a shot. Or drink one. My children decided to remedy that.
My older son tossed his shot back.
I was going to sip.
No, no, no. I was told to toss it back.
My younger son, at 19, cannot have any booze but
he can kibitz.
I tossed. EGAD!
I told you, the edge was already off.
I started giggling and cackling about 5-10 minutes
later.
This amused the boys.
I was wobbly.
They laughed.
I turned red.
I unsteadily retreated to the family room (I was
writing a story) and sat at my computer.
I could still type. Not so if I had indulged in another
drink. With one I lose judgement. With two I really get ridiculous. With
three I black out. And throw up. Lovely.
I ignored my kids.
The older on would wander out on occasion to check
on me.
"Gee, Mom. You're red."
Laugh. Laugh.
My face turns red when warm or after imbibing.
I'm a beacon.
The boys thought getting Mother plowed was a good
thing. Down right hilarious.
I went and flopped on the couch. I watched them dig
up mummys in Peru. I love watching shows about mummys. Throws all that
history I learned as a child out the window. Especially the dinasour with
the wrong head on it. That was the height of hilarious. I stayed on the
couch and watched the mummys.
They stayed in my younger son's room plotting evil.
It took about an hour for me to be somewhat sober
(meaning I could walk around without bumping into things).
Thank God for the corn bread!
But at least I was not trying to burn an IT doll
in effigy.
Some people should not work around computers.
They really shouldn't.
Especially men who cannot handle a woman knowing
more than they do.
I really do know what I was doing.
It will cost about $400 to recover the contents of
the JAZ disk - If it is recoverable. Iomega will get it in the mail one
of these days.
My NT is missing, my email is down (and I am trying
to register students in a Beta test class).
I have, by some miracle, copies of most of my files
that I am currently working on copied to my Mac G4. And on a zip disk.
But I cannot check on the NT.
Catch 22.
PS: There is an even worse end to the NT saga. They
managed to mess it up even worse! They "helpfully" reloaded
all of my software - using generic Synopsys serial numbers - which means
I must now take six weeks and relaod all of that software back the way
it was. They were not supposed to touch it. But what do I, a mere woman,
know about computers? Right. Only a PhD and 38 years of experience!
Hide the bourbon.
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