Like many churches we run our music through a computer. Thursday the computer crashed ~ & Yeah, it was old. Important things like the enter key hadn't worked in months. I'd made *we need a new computer* noises for some time but computers cost money & we don't spend the Lord's money if we don't need too so I had worked with it.
Crashes ~ well they're a whole 'nother thing. I don't do crashes. My computer skills are pretty limited so I was spinning because everything is on the computer!
Anyway we decided to head overseas for a new one & having arranged a car & missed 2 boats we finally left the island.
Amongst other things I have 2 white wisteria sitting in pots beside one of the bird baths. The wisteria are one of those dramas in my life. I like wisteria. I would happily swathe the house in garlands of pink & purple & white but the MOTH is a horticulturists & my love of wisteria horrifies him. I have heard, ad nauseam, how destructive it is, how invasive it is & how it's not a native. *sigh* I know. I know. I still love wisteria. Anyway, I have had a purple one in a pot beside the other birdbaths for years & years though it has never flowered & the MOTH agreed that if they could be confined to pots I could have my wisteria. He has bought the tubs: big wooden whisky tubs. They are to sit on poles & weep. He has begun the process of bending the longest twigs. They immediately dropped all their leaves & the MOTH was cross thinking I had managed to kill them but they are deciduous & now, in spring, the flush of new growth is richly green. It is time to get a move on. So we stopped in at Bunnings & I picked up some butter beans & an azalea because after 20 odd years waiting on our canopy becoming a canopy we can finally think about our understory.
In all the hoopla we also had to help finance CG with a new computer ~ which we knew was on the cards because her old one has been at death's door for more than 12 months & without Skype we go months without speaking & that doesn't make either of us happy. Besides she needs it for the work she does.
It was a long & fraught day. I mean, I don't like the mainland at any time. I particularly dislike shopping. We were all tired by the time we got home again but as we bundled out of the car & began unloading, CG said: What is that bird doing?
I looked where she was looking. I swear, even the wildlife round here is mad as hatters! There was the chick I had rescued standing in the shallow bowl of water I had put out for the curlews. What's with that bird & water?