Meaning

My electoral relief in spite of my personal vote’s insignificance as only 1/1,191,420 of the Libertarians’ 1% that needed to be 5% in order to bring about any real change didn’t mean my computer problems went away. 


In fact, the new monitor I ordered, as our old one had fallen into a state of compulsive self destruction, very quickly highlighted the fact that the video card I just installed to free my world of green tint doesn’t support high enough resolution, and isn’t really supported by my version of Vista, either: I’ve sent away for an upgrade to my video card upgrade.


I’m also awaiting the new hard drive that I ordered as a replacement to one that I had ordered to replace my original; that first replacement, according to a computer lackey relative, seemed to be defective, so I coughed up the $2.80 to mail it back. Thankfully the price on Amazon for a new one had dropped enough so that even with having to pay shipping on the return, I’m getting a new one for, all told, a bit cheaper, by twenty-one cents. 


And in the process of continuing to fiddle with my current hard drive, I realized that the original drive probably wasn’t very defective after all–I was able to recreate its most notable problem on my own, with just myself and my original drive, which I then had to restore from my backup for about the fourth time, twenty-hour process though it may be.


In the midst of such noteworthy events, National Geographic sent us a ridiculously tempting offer to subscribe for a year plus freebies for just under $16, our now gravel-covered driveway courtesy of my grandparents makes coming to our house less an economic boon for the local Land Rover dealer and more cushy-cushy, and a furry little friend chose somewhere in our upstairs bathroom wall or ceiling to rest once and for all, perhaps knowing that only in such secluded death could its presence in our house be both noticed and unharassed. 


Of course meaning in life comes less–if at all–from any such things, and more from moments such as these: