Here I sit on the couch in front of the Christmas tree. I have Ben's computer on my lap, because it has an airport card and so thanks to someone in my neighborhood who hasn't encrypted their wireless whatever I can blog something. I hope to have a real, live, actual to goodness internet connection of my own in the next week and a half. That is, if my landlord decides that it's okay to wire this place for the internet. One would think in this day and age it would be a no brainer. And I'm hoping it is a no brainer. But this is one of the many reasons I detest renting.
My best renting experience was in NY, where a lot of people rent, so it's not that out of the ordinary. We had a wonderful and funny old italian grandmother we rented from. She grew tomatoes in the backyard and shared them with us. She gave us the special key to the basement so we could access the fuse box, a privilege that wasn't given to the renter downstairs. She loved, loved, loved Ben. And when we moved in, we got the house wired for internet and didn't even worry about asking her.
Anyway, really where this post was going was here: so I have Ben's computer on my lap and my computer to the side of me so I can copy a post I've written up. Ben would tell me I should just copy it over on his thumb drive, but I don't know where that is, and I don't want to copy it to CD because I resist technology or something.
And that whole above paragraph just proves one thing...this post wasn't really going anywhere, and yet here it is. For something more worthwhile, I direct you to Mental Tesserae where Julie has her fabulous Christmas Art Advent Blog going. It's really great.