The next big thing…

Yes. I’m almost onto it. My overseas workholidaytrip! After fighting for several weeks with what could only be described as the most vile and tasteless piece of electronic malfunction-y sh*#e ever, I think I’ve finally cured my PC. A new graphics card seems to have eliminated the relentless crashing, corruption and consequent cussing, and I may actually be able to return to my normal life.

So now it’s all about the little loose ends before I fly next Saturday (19th). I’ll be in UK for two weeks, attending a tradeshow, visiting my brother in Edinburgh, exploring the highlands for a weekend, visiting some friends in London, some more in Reading and hopefully will include a trip to Duxford Airforce Museum and the Windsor Legoland. As can be imagined, the loose ends accumulate, and need to be… snipped. I’m also travelling solo: the dread of leaving the famdamily is gradually creeping in…

In the meantime, and as a semi-cure for the impending distance, I’ve finally relented and we’ve ordered the lowest-of-the-low broadband. In any first world country this would probably be referred to as ‘a trickle’, but babysteps right?

Speaking of which, it would appear that Jamie has decided it’s time for some. Babysteps that is! He’s been absolutely sure he needs to hold onto something or someone before standing. Perfectly explaining why he stood for over a minute watering the plants for me the other evening, or why he can push a rake along the brickwork, stopping to make sure all the leaves get swept. Whether his ‘support’ has none, doesn’t seem to bother him.

Anyway, last night was a little different: he managed a few wobbly, but successful multi-step lunges between Mom and Dad. Eyes glinting and smile beaming, I think he knows he’s onto something, and I certainly don’t expect this will take him long…

(Oh, and if you’re wondering why I haven’t mentioned his recovery, it’s because we keep forgetting he was ever operated on. Absolutely incredible recovery, Praise God!)