New Adventures.

New Adventures.

So on Friday I got home and my computer wouldn’t turn on. I gave up and was going to try to take my new scooter out to try it. I got all geared up and ready to go, got downstairs and couldn’t find the starter. I looked all over for 30 minutes, it just wasn’t there. So, dejected I go back upstairs and try to fix my computer. Nothing. And then I had to go out to the BOE’s welcome party. Fun fun.

Actually, it was fun. I’m apparently really good at just not thinking about my problems when I can’t do anything about them.

On Saturday morning I woke up and had the brilliant idea to boot my computer into the Windows partition. Which worked. I then installed skype and called Jason. Who walked me through (ahead of time) what I needed to do to try to fix it. Weeee. I hate playing with code. At least the computer booted into the code. It’s all better now, and Stu gave me some tips on what I should do to maintain the problem not happening. Yay. I spent the rest of the day waiting for my laundry to dry, because I accidentally washed all of my (unmentionables) instead of just most of my (unmentionables). Smart, Kim. I cleaned up, a little, and I put together a shelf (Nick had bought it at some point, and never put it together), so now I have a bed side table, with shelves. Then Kirsty invited us all over for dinner, which was really nice of her, fun and tasty.

This morning I could have gotten up and gone and played in a volley ball tournament, but if I did, I would have gone in the water at some point, which I really feel like doing; swimming in the ocean, working on my tan, but it’s Obon. And call me stupid for actually giving a whip about local customs but if the locals say you shouldn’t go swimming for a few days because the spirits of their dead ancestors are coming out of the ocean to come visit and they’ll drag you down if you go swimming, forgive me, I’d rather just choose not to go swimming this weekend.

So instead, I gear up in jeans and take my scooter for a ride down to the beach instead. I didn’t even bring my swimsuit, which was a good thing because was it HOT!!! But I made it there on my new scooter! I think exhilarating doesn’t cover how it felt. And because it only goes up to 50k max (it’s really happy at about 35) I felt very comfortable going the speed limit for the first time (my car wants to go soooo much faster). It was really nice. I hung out on the beach for a bit, then came back.

On my way I stopped by a grocery store and when I got out I couldn’t get my scooter to start (I think I had the gas on the wrong setting, but it’s really hard to see, because it looks different than from the manual), but this nice man helped me. It was awesome.

Now I’m pretending to clean up, in case people come over later. It’s not going very fast. I don’t have places to put most of this stuff.

Okay, now back to cleaning and Charlotte’s Web.