Emily_Babbelhund
Mama Red HOT Pepper
- Location
- Regensburg, Germany
Ok, so I've made a vow to talk more about Carbon or just have him talk more. And photos! I did take some photos today at the beach, though not good ones. Then the afternoon kind of fell apart - work is proving a harder adjustment than I thought after nine months semi-retirement - and now my photo editing track pad finger is out of commission.
No, no injury. Super glue. My trackpad hand finger tips are super glued.
Here's the scoop. Day before yesterday I got to the house in Cornwall. First thing to do: set up the bedroom and living room with dog-proof throws and also set up all my computer power cables. The bedroom has a nightstand but no nightstand light. The only lamp is across the room, so I unplug it, carry it across the room, set it on the nightstand and promptly knock it over. While the lamp itself didn't break, the metal rods holding the lampshade together came apart. Drat!
With a mind to fix the problem myself, yesterday I picked up some superglue at Tesco's. Did you know you have to be over 18 or 21 or something to buy superglue? I couldn't figure out why and was genuinely curious, so I asked the clerk. "Because people sniff it," she replied glumly. "Seriously?" "Seriously," she replied, "But you're ok as you don't look like the type of person to sniff glue."
Well, that's a ringing endorsement.
So there's that: in the UK superglue is harder to buy than spice - if all the news reports on how easy to buy spice are true - at least at the Tesco's in Padstow.
Then there's today. Determined to fix the lamp, I set up a sterile field of superglue work space, carefully opened the tiny tube - no sniffing! - and dribbled it precisely where it needed to go. I used clear tape to clamp it down and let that sucker dry.
Four hours later, I was happy to see the metal bits holding fast. I flipped the lamp back over, replaced the light bulb, adjusted the shade, plugged it in and VOILA! Except NOT 'voila' because now I couldn't depress the tiny switch to turn the darn thing on. Despite my best efforts, I'm afraid I may have dribbled some glue into the switch. Honestly I can't figure out how, but I can think of no other explanation...unless the lamp gods just have it out for me.
Which would be silly, right?
Oh, and while I was doing battle with the switch, it became apparent that the only thing holding the metal shade bits together was the sellotape, NOT the superglue.
For no logical reason, my response to this was to remove the tape with a sharp knife in jabbing motions towards my own hand and then pour even MORE superglue on the offending metal bits, this time coating the finger tips of my left hand in the process.
And VOILA! There is possibly the most convoluted excuse EVER for not editing photos.
It also means that tomorrow I shall be finding a nice hardware/homeware store somewhere within an hour radius (Newquay?) and purchasing a lovely new lamp for the bedroom nightstand.
Carbon, sensing that I am discombobulated this evening, has wisely chosen to remain in the living room on the sofa. If he had opposable thumbs he'd probably go upstairs to the kitchen, grab the superglue, come back down to the bedroom and say...
..."Hey, you seem a little out of sorts - why don't you try sniffing this?"
No, no injury. Super glue. My trackpad hand finger tips are super glued.
Here's the scoop. Day before yesterday I got to the house in Cornwall. First thing to do: set up the bedroom and living room with dog-proof throws and also set up all my computer power cables. The bedroom has a nightstand but no nightstand light. The only lamp is across the room, so I unplug it, carry it across the room, set it on the nightstand and promptly knock it over. While the lamp itself didn't break, the metal rods holding the lampshade together came apart. Drat!
With a mind to fix the problem myself, yesterday I picked up some superglue at Tesco's. Did you know you have to be over 18 or 21 or something to buy superglue? I couldn't figure out why and was genuinely curious, so I asked the clerk. "Because people sniff it," she replied glumly. "Seriously?" "Seriously," she replied, "But you're ok as you don't look like the type of person to sniff glue."
Well, that's a ringing endorsement.
So there's that: in the UK superglue is harder to buy than spice - if all the news reports on how easy to buy spice are true - at least at the Tesco's in Padstow.
Then there's today. Determined to fix the lamp, I set up a sterile field of superglue work space, carefully opened the tiny tube - no sniffing! - and dribbled it precisely where it needed to go. I used clear tape to clamp it down and let that sucker dry.
Four hours later, I was happy to see the metal bits holding fast. I flipped the lamp back over, replaced the light bulb, adjusted the shade, plugged it in and VOILA! Except NOT 'voila' because now I couldn't depress the tiny switch to turn the darn thing on. Despite my best efforts, I'm afraid I may have dribbled some glue into the switch. Honestly I can't figure out how, but I can think of no other explanation...unless the lamp gods just have it out for me.
Which would be silly, right?
Oh, and while I was doing battle with the switch, it became apparent that the only thing holding the metal shade bits together was the sellotape, NOT the superglue.
For no logical reason, my response to this was to remove the tape with a sharp knife in jabbing motions towards my own hand and then pour even MORE superglue on the offending metal bits, this time coating the finger tips of my left hand in the process.
And VOILA! There is possibly the most convoluted excuse EVER for not editing photos.
It also means that tomorrow I shall be finding a nice hardware/homeware store somewhere within an hour radius (Newquay?) and purchasing a lovely new lamp for the bedroom nightstand.
Carbon, sensing that I am discombobulated this evening, has wisely chosen to remain in the living room on the sofa. If he had opposable thumbs he'd probably go upstairs to the kitchen, grab the superglue, come back down to the bedroom and say...
..."Hey, you seem a little out of sorts - why don't you try sniffing this?"
