Aw, what's the use?

WELL...last night went well UNTIL I brought a nice balloon glass of red upstairs to ease the evening into oblivion with my sweetheart and my computer. SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY RIGHT TURNED INTO WRONG and I crashed into said balloon full of the fine red juice of the grape and l'viola!, crash, bang, tinkle, tinkle...right into the keyboard and onto the floor. Nice (Not the French City). Shit! So clean up the myriad of broken glass shards, stem intact yet and use a can of air to rid the keyboard of it's 4 oz load...then off to bed, enough for one day don't you think?
Up in the morning, off to school! ...no...computer...to see a CMOS screen up and all sorts of random events happening simultaneously. Oh Shit! Keyboardosis! It was running amuck! Oh noooooo. So shut it down and took the keyboard apart to REALLY dry it out with tissues, dry air etc. No use, the whole bottom row is inert. Blast! So off to Champion to pick up a cheap replacement French keyboard (uhhhhh) with all the keys somewhere else...not a QWERTY one, something else entirely. Nope, none there. So remembering I had a small computer job to do for L I wondered if she brought the fine Scottish keyboard with her. So off \I drive to her house to investigate. She and lil' Nik are home and up and perky. We discuss the computer issue they have and I tell them of my keyboard disaster. They just want the data (images) from the HD, I can HAVE the bloody machine for spares! Yippee! They saved my skin! So Nik loaded the machine in the back of the Avensis and I was shortly homeward bound. Home I disconnected the keyboard of death and installed this one...it's only problem for me seems to be the location of the uppercase key and the keylock key...reversed on this one making me TYPE uppercase once in a while when I don't want to. Otherwise...fine now, just fine.
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Downstairs I went to work putting up the fuzz on the wall in preparation of the cloth hanging by Kelly. I moved the mass of fuzz into the entry hall as it is such a pain in the ass to deal with all folded up in the parlor that I can hardly stand cutting it there. The mass now fills the entry but at least I can cut it fairly straight now.
Back to work.
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Later: The doorbell rung, ding-dong! I went to the door expecting A&R or D&S...no...our friend from across the street from the house at Dix. With him were three others. Now our friend is deaf and now we know it (more about THAT later) and the other three with him are equally deaf, with or without hearing aids...I couldn't detect them no matter. They were all equally drunk, about 2 sheets worth...and all hands and gestures and explanations and re-explanations.
He wanted to ask if he could store his new car in my garage, he already has a key...I nodded yes, of course, and they all came inside. The tour was on! First the ooh and ahh for the dining room and the fuzz encombered entry, the small sitting room adjacent and them on to the new work in the old ding room. They were charming beyond description, and there was never a problem communicating in gesture Francaise...arms and fingers pointing at this and that, it all worked and worked well. They touched the padded walls and the new cloth and were surprised by the padding itself and the look of it all. Then they wanted to see the garden/courtyard...so I openned the back door and we all took a short walk. This entire episode was just easy and friendly as could be, no pain, no strain. One poor vocal American explaining his home to 4 deaf persons, each interested and open and gesturing their way through. All good, all charming all an amazing extension of our experiences here. je suis France! Je suis Lignieres!