Richard Wright

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August 14, 2009 by Richard Wright in Journal, Life, Writing


This blog entry is brought to you by the letters ‘M’, and ‘a’, and ‘c’, and…Macbook acquired, in other words.  Still working out its various degrees of not-being-a-PC-ness, but it’s already difficult to see myself ever buying a PC again.  It’s lovely, and the trackpad is amazing (and simple, and why hasn’t anybody thought of doing that before?).  It makes me very happy.

I’m still transferring documents, photos, music, and so forth, all of which would probably have been done by now, if this was a different week.  Between the day job, showing viewers round the house, remembering to take Eva to daycare (and more importantly, picking her up again), and so on, there hasn’t been as much time for the small stuff as I’d like.

The sale of the house seems to be going well enough though.  Lots of people through the door, some of whom have been back for a second look, and just an hour or two ago a conditional offer was made.  The house stays on the market until that offer firms up (I have another viewer in half an hour), but it’s encouraging stuff, and the levels of interest have been enough to make me fairly confident that we’ll have a sale before we leave the UK.  One less thing to worry about.  I hope the lady in question is quick about committing (and I think she’ll do so – watching her fall in love with the place and mentally rearrange the furniture was brilliant), as it would be nice not to have to be charming to strangers for a bit.

Speaking of which, I’d better do some random throwing things in cupboards before the next one turns up.  Soon after that, my lady gets back from her first week of training in London (Easyjet permitting – like the weather, but harder to predict), so there will be vino.  Thank god.

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  1. Melting PicturesAugust 15, 2009 at 8:48 pm

    Man, even the box is cool; bought mine used and hugged the box for like an hour.

  2. Richard WrightAugust 15, 2009 at 9:37 pmAuthor

    I’ve made a little bed in mine. I curl up in it when I’m sad, and climb out a little happier.

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