The second board arrived. I had asked the person selling said keyboard if it would fit and gave him every model/serial number I had. He said it would fit. The ribbon is to short. The fucking ribbon is to fucking short.
I have never had such difficulty finding the correct replacement part in my life.
My busted keyboard has been removed and rinsed under warm water. Since the humidity here stays under 30%, it should be dry in no time. Hopefully, a little cleansing is all it needs. I am under the impression it's all any of us really need. Cryptic?
Since I have been so ill I haven't driven the Scion once since getting it here. I was not about to let the first real drive be to work. I mean shit, you want to talk about cryptic/symbolic? So I dragged myself out of bed, put a fitted sheet over the coverless back seat, beckoned anyone who was joining me to get in and drove out of the driveway. We went all over town and then stopped for ice cream.
The coolest part of this story (aside from the ice cream) is that Tabitha jumped right in when asked to. It was partly due to her wanting to explore before the sheet was on but getting pushed back by me each time. She's a lot like me in this aspect. If you want her to join you, tell her she's not invited. Anyway, when I told her and Jim to get in, she went right in. This is the first time in history she has gotten into a strange car. She usually has to be thrown in after refusing treats and other promised niceties. But the toaster? She knew. She knew she was a pimp the second so much as her nose entered the vehicle.
Over & Out.
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