“A pair of shoes can change your life. Just ask Cinderella.”

well the replacement TREO arrived today and i got it going but it would not transfer data. after three hours of messing with  files and programs and updates Jim decided that he would roll back the computer to yesterday- wouldn't it be nice if you could do that with real life and replay mistakes to avoid them?- and it worked. I now have a 99% functioning treo ( do hyphen) and all my contacts and appts are on it. and holidates and zagat to go and my checkbook/budget program and I am now finally able to use ONE device rather than funbling around to see which little mechanism is irritatingly calling to me. 

 

I do miss my great ringtones ( hava nagila, dancing in the streets, girls just wanna have fun and diamonds are a girl's best friend) but I am determined to find a way to get at least one john lennon song  for a ringtone.

 

 

I finished my tibetan chupa skirt ( brown velvet embossed with oak leaves in the back pleat) so I feel quite good about heading into the weekend and being a slum slug.

The perfect spy (nine hour video version w peter egan) was finaished last night. It was excrutiating to see Pym self destruct and even though we knew the ending from having read the book- it was a damn awful moment. theonly time Ihave seen a film maker to faithful to the novel was Brideshead Revisited.  oh and Sophie's Choice was pretty amazing too. I wonder where Kevion Kline is now.

 

and watching the conversation betweeen hillary and barack last night in california I would be quite pleased with either one as president but i still want the dream team. why cant we have them both?