Some Irrelevant Things
I took the stars from our eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you
- “Cosmic Love” by Florence + the Machine
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I am a worrier.
It can’t be helped. My mother is a worrier (loathe as she is to admit it). Her mother before her is a worrier. Apparently we’re very nervous women. Fortunately, however, I have the added bonus of not letting my worrying get the best of me.
Most of the time.
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Today, however, Cary (the boyfriend, in the Navy, remember?) triggered my worry reflex in an e-mail he sent me. With having a significant other in the military I usually console myself with the fact that he’s not really in the thick of any kind of war. As far as I know he’s rarely ever in any real danger. Well, I only really know what he tells me, or is allowed to tell me.
At this moment I know he’s in the North Korea/South Korea region, and for anyone up to date, North Korea is kind of ruffling feathers right now for no real purpose than to get noticed/cause trouble. And I guess now they’re making (hopefully empty) threats. So, naturally, I’m a little nervous.
Cary, of course, finds this a little bit amusing. He tries to reassure me, though he’s not been terribly successful in that endeavor.
Though, while on the subject of the boyfriend type and also on a less grim note: We’re hoping for Cary to be able to come home for three weeks around Christmas/New Years. Now he says he’s a little worried he might not be able to get three weeks, and we may have to settle on two. I’m a little bummed about that and hoping it’s not the case.
While I would be more than happy to have him home for two weeks rather than none at all we were both hoping to pitch in to buy my mother a surprise plane ticket to come and visit us for one week out of the three. If he only comes home for two we may not be able to do that. My mom still hasn’t had the chance to meet him yet, since he’s been in Japan, so this opportunity means a lot to both of us and I think my mother would appreciate it too. We probably won’t know for another two months.
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In other news: I think I may have hit some kind of North to South technological dead zone. Just last night my pen/stylus for my Wacom Graphire4 tablet (which I mistakenly thought was an Intuos1) decided to not work anymore. I’ve had the tablet for a few years now, so to be fair it probably had it coming. However, due to my confusion about the model of the tablet I spent an hour and a half looking up new pens for a retired Intuos1 product at an affordable price (which cannot be done, by the way). Thankfully, I realized my error, which made it infinitely easier to find a replacement pen, despite that Graphire tablets have still been retired. Apparently more recently than the original Intuos1. So instead of paying $50+ for a pen I wasn’t even sure would work with my tablet I was able to buy a $30(ish) pen directly from the Wacom website which should work with my model of tablet. Fingers crossed!
Alongside that, a month ago when I moved here my dock for my iPod also decided to not work anymore. So I have to get another one of those, which I hadn’t even had a year. The headphones that originally came with the iPod also fell apart, and the USB charger has split the cord from the iPod insert. The iPod itself still works though, 2+ years after I got it. For now, anyways. With all the money people spend on these things you’d think the tools to use them would be up to par, or at least more durable.
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With that said and still loads more on my mind I think I’ll call it quits for now and go see to that hot bath calling my name.
- C J
