Least, least favorite thing

Computer problems. S.O. upgraded to Leopard Friday night and again, the wireless connection didn't work, so now we have wires strung thru the home office until Apple can get back with a fix. Had this problem before, and purchased a Westel wireless modem to solve the problem, instead of using Apple's wireless network, whose name eludes me now because I am still a PC person. These things (5 hours on the phone, digging up old records and passwords, tense staring at the screne) drive me batshit!

Maybe it was 20+ years in IT that did it. I was the problem-solver, the analyst, the go-to girl, but I almost always knew what I was doing and maybe it is having to rely on others who keep passing the buck to a more and more knowledgeable person. How did everything get so complicated?

End of rant.

Yesterday, in a moist 70 degree sunless day, I tackled the Bringing In of the Geraniums. Now there are five in pots waiting for a trip to the house before a possible frost this evening. The tuberous begonia has been fantastic this year--it's still fantastic. Rest of garden going downhill, except the sage. Picked all the tomatoes, and this p.m. I'll grab parseley, sage, thyme and oregano along with a little mint and the tiny cilantro plants that reseeded themselves.

We're celebrating the cool weather by grilling a pork tenderloin tonight. So many tempting recipes. Cooler weather causes an urge to cook hearty food. Gourmet has a turkey and dumplings recipe that looks exceedingly tasty. I dug out "Breast Budapest", a fantastic recipe from Purdue that came out about the same time as chicken cutlets. I mix parts sweet paprika, hot paprika, and smoked paprika to give the a really interesting reasonance to the flavoring. I use chicken tenders, and serve up noodles and a green veggie.

So: pet peeves, garden, cooking, what is left? How about those Red Sox? Man, they are killing my sleep patterns. Have you noticed how clean cut the Denver team looks and we have this sort of ragtag bunch of players who pound out the hits. And how about the rookies? This is a team you've got to love. So tonight may be the night, but I'd like the final game to be in Boston--the sox victory, of course.

A trip to the grocery is on the schedule, due to yesterday's computer problems, that sucked up time like a Hoover. Did you know that "hoover" is a verb now? Pretty cool. Off to Roche Brothers.

Go Sox!