Random Shots

Here I sit typing away having begged some time on my wife’s computer. The whole world comes to a grinding halt when one’s computer dies. I do mourn the passing of the old one, long enough to hit “Newegg.com” and order a fully tricked out new mobo, quad processor, and some ramped up memory to replace the dearly deceased. Newegg is a great source for computer parts, but they let me down this time. After spending hours with the ASUS mobo they sent me, tinkering, making inventive use of words mom told you never to say and a lengthy consultation with an ASUS tech it was determined the board was a bad egg.

I wrapped it all up and sent in back figuring the new one was on its way – as much as I spent I figured Newegg would be happy to get me up and running, but apparently I am the only one feeling the sense of urgency – me and Mrs. Phos who is champing at the bit to play the new game she just downloaded. Aside from the technical frustration, the lack of a magic machine has precluded me blogging to the extent I would like. On the bright side I am getting things done around the house. Trying on old clothes, and cleaning stuff up. As if the loss of my electronic friend wasn’t enough of a blow, fate decided it would be funny if my suit jacket was now more like a vest on me, and the winter coat I had worn for years can’t be zipped – as long as I am in it anyway. I was to depressed to try the pants on.

The one thing keeping me young is my grandson. I found myself once again struggling with polyglot instructions, juggling metal and – plastic parts, the old Tab A slot B routine, assembling a high chair. I really missed that kind of stuff. Add to that the last thing I figured I would be doing at this stage of life is buying a high chair, much less putting one together.

I am currently reading Anthony Bourdain’s book “Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly .” I always wanted to be a chef, but as my suit jacket pointed out, my present physical condition and age has put an end to that dream. I could no longer stand on a line doing prep all night long and live to tell the story. That and I have become fairly single minded and any head chef barking orders at me would soon find himself scrambling around the floor searching for his teeth. I will remain a cook and am happy to be one, I can cook for my pleasure to my liking. I know I am a successful cook when the pots and plates are all empty after a meal.