Wednesday, May 6, 2015
The Missing Printer Cable
Dave's parents are headed back to the states today. Dave happily discovered yesterday, while trying to check them in, that their flights had been changed and they no longer had to rise at 4:30 in the morning to get to the airport. They insist they received no notification of this change, but who knows. They aren't super-savvy about e-mail. At any rate, they're departing in an hour or two -- and they have one less connection as well.
Last night I went to print their boarding passes and discovered that the printer cable -- connecting the computer to the printer -- is missing. The printer is in the guest room, and the cable was resting on top. I'd just used it Saturday morning so I know it was there recently. I'm convinced his parents inadvertently packed it in their luggage. I'm sure they picked it up, said, "Oh, what's this?" and thinking it was some mysterious accoutrement to one of their electrical devices, shoved it in a suitcase. Lord!
I am going to load all the sheets and towels into a couple of pillowcases and drop them off at the laundry on my way to work. It's pouring rain this morning and I just don't want to think about having to wash and dry all those linens. (We have a dryer but it makes everything look like a wadded-up paper bag, so I prefer hanging things out if possible. Not today!)
We went to dinner last night at The Wells Tavern, in Hampstead. Olga and I walk past it all the time on our treks to the Heath and I'd always wanted to try it. Everyone liked their food -- I had peppers stuffed with goat cheese risotto -- and I'm sure Dave and I will go back.
(Photo: Marylebone, about two weeks ago.)