and sometimes it--well, that would be getting ahead of myself. Yesterday started with hours on the phone with tech support only to hear that my hard drive was fried and I needed to take it in for data recovery. I did my homework and found a local computer doc who only charges $99 to recover lost data. Much better than the $2700 a national service quoted me.
I try to keep all my projects backed up on my desktop, laptop, and USB, but doing it all manually every day has grown tiresome. I've been lax. Now I'm paying for it. Literally. I'm not worried about my digital pictures because I have them all backed up on http://www.winkflash.com/. The main thing is the latest versions of my books and some articles I've been working on.
So if you don't see much of me around here, that means I still don't have a computer.
The kids and I headed to a nearby town after school to drop off the computer tower and buy summer sandals for Joshua. A beautiful, sunny--I love getting into a stifling hot car and letting the warmth seep into my bones--day with my kids. They were in fine moods, which made the whole jaunt fun. We were walking toward the car across the parking lot of a shopping mall when I heard a sound. Kind of a puffy, blowing out sound. And in the next second, stuff was hitting all over my body.
(All in slo-mo.) Still holding both kids' hands, I spun around to see what was happening: no cars driving by, no people walking along the store front...in fact, no movement at all. I spun a couple more times before the smell hit me. The aroma of "dairy air" or a sewage plant wafted up. I looked down. Black goo spattered the three of us, some even right next to Joshua's eye.
Dazed, I walked the kids back into the store and went up to the clerk. "Someone. Out there. I don't know what happened but we're covered in something gross."
She sent us back to the bathroom and ran out the door. Still smelling, but slightly cleaner, we emerged from the back.
"Did you see anything?" I asked her.
She shrugged. "Must have been someone up on the roof."
I'm still trying to believe it. Apparently someone hid behind the false front of the store and shot/squirted liquefied fecal matter on us. A young mom and little kids! I don't get it.
The day that starts with the news that my computer can't be saved ends with me filing a police report while covered in some unknown waste product. The kids' end-of-the-year school program was last night, so we hurried home, scrubbed off in the shower, stuffed some grub in our mouths, and went to school.
My husband informed me the police speak for what happened is "assault."
My little family was assaulted with poop. Did anyone have a stranger day?