I’m not dead…


…but my iPad is. I’m borrowing hubby’s work one to write this, but it has no photos, no history, and it isn’t MINE.

MINE fell on its face and shattered, and it’s been quite the ordeal to get it fixed. My old one also has developed issues and is unusable. I hate this, but what do you do? Might have it back on Tuesday.

So, it’s been three weeks since I’ve been able to do anything bloggy. Thanks for noticing my absence – insert small sarcastic huff here – but I find the WP reader annoying and prefer to get my new blog post updates via email. Which is pointless on an iPhone as I can’t hardly see the damn thing; and typing a comment? fugeddaboutit. Man-hands: I have man-hands. Old-man-hands. Big fat fumbly callused fingers. Trust me. I’d be responding with things like, “Yesssh Iagree nd I also tink thiis harhar har”.

To ease my pain of lack of blogging, I’ve been posting random shit on FB that I’d normally put here. I don’t think my ‘real life’ friends appreciate my randomness as much as you lot, and dammit I sure miss you. I’m sorry, very sorry! that my Precious fell on her face and turned into something full of shards of glass I couldn’t allow into my bed. Oh yes, I read 2-3 books a week on the iPad, too. My constant companion, actually. *sniffle *

I can’t even put up a decent photo to show my shame.

About heretherebespiders

Immigrant American living in Ireland. Sarcastic, decrepit. Loads of interests: reading, plants, pets, food, art, writing, drinking, space, politics, feminism, quantum theory. Not 'girly' and not interested in being so.

22 responses »

  1. Oh BUGGERY! I just imagined that work was a horror, or the like.

    I’ve had the week from hell, juggling teenagers, cats, and defunct clothes washers, so my demonstrations of online presence have been at a horrifically low ebb, too.

      • A low point came last evening when two of them jammed the frame of a trundle bed in my basement. so that it would go neither up (at one end) nor down (at the other). Thank Dog my boyfriend is an engineer.

        When young kids are homeless and you have known them ten years and neither parent is willing to take them in, you do what you have to do. Fortunately one of the bed jammers had a home to go home to.

  2. “Hey kids, get off my lawn!” and “Back in my day…” are sure signs of old-man hand syndrome. My sympathies for you.

    I had noticed you were MIA, but I assume it’s usually work when people “disappear” since that’s my excuse.

  3. I much prefer to do bloggy stuff from a proper computer so using my iPad this weekend is killing me. But I hope you get yours back soon. Being without a trusted tool is harsh.

  4. Get yourself Bloglovin biacth, that helps with the reading, much easier than the WP one. I knew you had not gone for good, although I was a little worried your hubby had buried you in the garden and added one more sneaky little head stone 😛

    • I like using email, because it makes sure you guys get all the stats! And I just like it better.

      If anyone is going to bury anyone, it won’t be himself with the shovel! Unless I bury it in his head. Hehehhee.

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