You may be going, what on earth is that a picture of? Nothing so mysterious, just a new keyboard that I haven't taken out of its plastic case just yet. This would make our third keyboard in six months and I'm not taking any chances. Remember the episode with the oatmeal and the gazillion rubber cups that almost made me pop a vein? That happened in October. Husband immediately got me a replacement and it lasted until a couple of days ago when Marguerite spilled some cranberry juice on it. As you know, we're held hostage by several colonies of ants who are such thugs, they've dragooned us into meek submission to their presence here (I kid you not. The wretched creatures are INDESTRUCTIBLE! And the tiny ones are the worst! They're scrappy, but completely not in an endearing manner... Effectively, they'll completely drive us away in May, a mutual "good riddance" issuing from both camps). Anyway, with the current heat and the allure of cranberry sticky sweetness, they've set up residence under the keys of the keyboard, which led to said keyboard's retirement, which then leads us to the plastic covered third keyboard. I know it's silly, like one of those nouveau riche caricatures with expensive gaudy furniture that are forever to remain wrapped in plastic. Chances are, things will get spilled again and the tacky plastic case will be the new keyboard's savior. Anyway, I can type fine. I do end up accidentally pressing two keys every so often, but it's not like it's a typewriter with no "backspace" and "delete" keys. Don't get me wrong. I love typewriters. As convenient as computers are, my imagination still clings to that childhood daydream of my grown-up self, an eccentric writer in Greenwich Village, pounding away at a typewriter in the wee hours of the morning. Here's my grown-up reality: I live in Metro Manila, I'm dependent on the computer, and working in the wee hours of the morning has lost all its romance.
Okay, I'm off to be perky for the rest of the day. Starting now! !!! :D