Is another man's treasure...

I'm giving my son my practically brand new desktop computer.  It was not cheap. He bashed the heck out of his laptop and it croaked, many months ago. I cannot afford to keep buying computers this way, but the real truth is that I really dislike this computer. I'm pretty sure that my dislike is a very personal thing, which is why I offered it to him. In other words, I don't think I was motivated entirely by a desire to get the evil thing out of my room.  Here's what I hate about it (and this is the entire thing-it performs great otherwise)--it is always doing something when it is on. I could leave that thing on for 22 hours a day and it would still be piddling around with something in there every minute. I was tempted to disconnect the internet just to get some peace and processing speed. It's constantly downloading and checking for updates and Heaven only knows what all!!! Makes me nuts.  So now it's going to computer purgatory-my son is VERY hard on his equipment.  ;-)
AND he gets the monitor he broke too!

Fruit?

So I'm watching Katie Brown workshop.  Her plan is to make kids like fruit more, so she's taken citrus fruit, hollowed it out and filled them with ice cream or cake.  Plain cake too, not like fruit flavored or anything.  Funny-I would think that would just make them even more disappointed the next time they eat real fruit that doesn't taste like frosted cake!

Another ice cream place

I'd forgotten to say something about Tate's in Wheaton. We were there on a busy Sunday evening in late summer. The ice cream was good, rather pricey and the place was grungy. I won't go out of my way to go back.

It's a small world

So I was sitting at a creperie in Galesburg. IL and the man next to me was talking about his job at the high school where my mother went to school.  Then at dinner last night there were several folks who actually knew people who live where I do.  Small world indeed!

Out with the old

I was driving in rural NW Illinois.  I'd forgotten how much I really like the "heartland" - Bruce Hornsby kept running through my mind as I drove through the gently rolling corn and soybean fields. I like this photo because of the looming feel of the new technology over the poor, decrepit little house.