A very good friend (Stephanie!) threw me a very fantastic baby shower this weekend and I am still so touched. I’m never comfortable with that much attention and never really feel like I should have parties thrown for me, so I was having flashbacks to my awkward wedding and bridal shower before I went. It was nothing like that, it was a lot of fun and I learned a lot about how much has changed about childbirth since women had “I was in labor for 40 hours” stories. I also got a lot of adorable clothes that are incredibly tiny. I haven’t had much experience with newborns and the clothes suggest that they are very small. Thank you everyone.
The garden is getting tense.
The quest to turn my Mac into a convincing web development tool is not going well. The more proficient I become at using it, the more I find that I’m doing workarounds where workarounds shouldn’t be necessary. This thing was clearly designed as a personal computing tool for the the casual user. I put extra time into turning on fonts, closing and re-opening programs to pick up on changes I make to file directories, mousing over file paths it’s reluctant to show me, finding substitutes for slick tools they don’t make Mac versions of, and going to other computers to test my work in Internet Explorer so the overwhelming majority of my end users will see my work the way it was intended. Some of my least favorite quirks are within my web development programs, especially Dreamweaver, Flash and Photoshop. Oh Photoshop, when I zoom in and out of the image, why do you snap the window to fit so I have to resize it before I transform my selection? Why do you hide vital Save for Web settings and default them to stupid? Flash, you used to be my best friend… but your Mac keystrokes are giving me migraines. This morning is PC day and a welcome respite.
Last night was a circus. I was having nightmares associated with dinner when I woke up at about 3 am to the sound of something thudding against a door. That turned out to be one of the four house cats who would normally be in the garage at that hour, but had somehow gotten itself trapped in a room instead and was now howling and pulling at the door. I let it out but couldn’t get it into the garage because this was the cat that hisses and scratches when people try to pick it up. Now out, it immediately started fighting with my cat, and that set the dog off. Things similar to this went on for the next two hours, including some people-related commotion, and I discovered that unborn babies kick a lot at 4 in the morning. I didn’t get a lot of sleep. Now another Tuesday night has gone by when all I did was drive to work, drive home and then crash in bed.