Hobbled

One laptop DOA, the other allowing me five minutes before restarting itself. We'll head into town today and see if the necessary disks from IBM have arrived to restore the one, and then off to the shop with the other. If I don't reply to comments or emails for awhile, that's why.

Yesterday we had a visit from our prospective buyer. She seems interested and is going to call us the day after G returns from his fact-finding mission in Belize to see what we plan to do. I will be holding my breath until then.

I like Brad Pitt. For his mind. Really. In the June Vanity Fair, he discusses his passion for art and architecture, his trouble with organized religion, and when he wonders about possibly misusing a word during the interview, grabs a dictionary and looks it up. His avoidance of obvious leading man roles (until Troy), and a preference for offbeat parts, he explains by repeating what Frank Gehry told him, "If you know where it's going, it's not worth doing."

Okay, so he's not too hard on the eyes either.

Stretch yourself. Avoid predictability. Don't always take the safest, easiest path. I quoted Brad's line to G, who laughed, not at me, with me, well, maybe at me a little, as I transparently tried to justify the bizarre desire we have to throw away the comfortably familiar, and financial security, for a decidedly challenging new venture.

Que sera, sera.