Jen’s iPod was having problems holding a charge, so I plugged it in to the tower last night to troubleshoot. It looks like the FireWire port has gotten loose enough that unless you hold the connector just right it loses connection with the Mac, and sometimes doesn’t charge. We’re going to have to spend some money to have it fixed, I fear.

More Shout-Outs. I can’t go into a list of everything we got for our wedding here (because my little hamster brain can’t remember it all), but I’m going to give thanks for some of the things that have touched our lives recently:

1. The food processor Rob and Karean gave us, with which Jen made coleslaw and we’ve made our first attempt at hummus. This involved two trips to the store in search of tahini, a bucket of garlic, and lots of taste-testing, but was successful. And I could spend all day shoving stuff into that thing just to watch it get chopped up.
2. The lovely candle Todd and Heather sent us to Rome with, which made the hotel room smell light and airy (and not like cigarettes or scooter exhaust.) Plus, their wedding help, the headpiece, the party…
3. The compound miter saw from Renie, while not technically a wedding gift, still made cutting and installing the shelving a two-day project instead of a three-week ordeal like my bathroom in the old house. Also, the amplifier, which we used to bypass the live disco-DJ nightmare at the wedding.
4. A wonderful galvanized tin from my boss and his wife, filled with wine (score!) which we used during the fourth party two weeks ago.
5. A beautiful handmade comforter from the Matejowskys, which we need to find a good home. Currently it’s too hot to put anything on the beds besides bags of ice.
6. The Pier One card from Sara, which bought us a wicker laundry hamper to replace the one that got jammed under the sink.

Yesterday Tim and Sue sent me home with an antique basket filled with housewarming gifts—clearly Sue has too much time on her hands, and must be returned to work before she gifts again—it was filled with a glass railroad insulator, a perfect addition to the collection; an iron doorstop (sure, them heavy old wood doors are nice to look at, but when the wind blows, they slam shut, trapping unwitting cats in rooms for the whole day); a unique Ball canning jar (which screams “fill me with coffee beans”), and an absolutely stunning cross-stitched tablecloth from her aunt that I almost feel bad accepting. Until we put it on the table, where it looked immediately at home. Thanks, everybody. (and that means everybody, from those I’ve mentioned to those I haven’t.)

That MGB I mentioned yesterday is listed at $2300 OBO. Right. With as much rust as the Scout, a questionable English engine, and a soft top in its twilight years, I think I’ll pass.

Tonight: the first MICA drawing studio in a year or so. I still have to buy a new sketchpad and dig out the 6B’s, but I’m looking forward to it.