Ouch!
All went well with the housecleaning yesterday. I moved slowly and avoided twisty situations. But then, in a near-final bit of cleanup, I reached high to replace of boxed set of Mozart’s mature string quartets in its pile atop the CD/DVD shelves in the corridor. That was a mistake. It hurt. I’m hoping it’s just muscle.
Always in search of new and difficult learning curves, I installed Coffee Cup on the laptop, to serve as my HTML editor, and I’m finding that FrontPage it ain’t. (FrontPage may not have been perfect, but I knew how to use it, which of course guaranteed that it would be discontinued.) How long it’s going to take me to figure out how to work with the new software is almost as much fun to guess at as the nature of the pain in my neck.
In a little while, Kathleen and I are going to promenade down Third Avenue to Gracious Empire, doubtless with several intermediate stops. I’ll be the guy with the tan corduroy jacket, the neck brace, the cane, the scraggly beard. and the neat wampum that Kathleen strung together for my reading glasses.
I know that I promised a risotto write-up for today – we’ll see. Maybe I’ll content myself with a PodCast – of me moaning. I can do that now! (But seriously, folks, it’s not that bad.)
Bon weekend à tous!