Saturday, March 28, 2015
Thursday, March 26, 2015
I got home in good time, before 6:30. I set to making coffee and some cold cereal for breakfast. Then I turned on the computer so I could check emails and to see if any Etsy orders came in (they don’t do that often, but I do need to check). Unfortunately, the computer wouldn’t turn on.
At night, I always flip off the switch on the surge protector before I go to bed. In the morning, I turn it on, then the PC tower, then the printer makes a little tone to announce it is ready, and the monitor turns on its little light, and the monitor is supposed to announce the PC is ready by loading W7. I pressed the surge protector, then the Power On, on the tower, and everything except the computer itself went on. I did this several times, allowing time between attempts. Nothing.
Ok. I decided to avoid downright mind-numbing sheer-terrorific panic. I absolutely had to print this newsletter today. It should have been done yesterday but our Park management needed me to add something and it took me a while to rearrange the paragraphs to fit it in yesterday and I need several hours for the printing, so today was IT.
After I went numb, I thought I’d just try one thing at a time before I tried calling either my brother, or a dear friend who used to do PCs but now sticks to printers, or a fellow in our park who does PCs. Ok, so I wiggle all the plugs, making sure they are all in nice and tight. They are. The surge protector strip is up top on my desk, but it usually manages to “walk” to the back and tip down an inch off the back. At that moment, it was nice and flat on the desk, and on a whim, I tipped it off that inch. Then I tried again.
This time, it came on. But not Windows. Nope. It gave me a “boot screen” which asked me whether I wanted to hit F1 to Continue or DEL to go to Setup. Setup sounded like something I did not want to tackle so I chose to Continue.
That did it. It came on. I decided that even though it was only 7 a.m. at that moment, I’d better get that printing started then and there and not take chances of something going wrong later.
A few other things got a little iffy during the day, but were easily dealt with.
And there was even a treat. Marco’s Pizza has a few chain locations in town and one is just about a mile or two from here. I get emails from them but haven’t bought any since my “nephew” passed away a year ago, for many reasons, money being one. I got an email saying this was their Spinach deal day and if we brought in a can of spinach for the local food bank, we could walk out with a free medium grilled Chicken Florentine pizza - how great is that? I must have emailed and called a zillion friends near this location. I grabbed my one neighbor, the one who is now on 24/7 oxygen, and we went in with our Pizza Money (a can of spinach) and came out with a free pizza each. I haven’t had that in a whole year - I do NOT want to tell anyone how many pieces I ate when I got mine home!
After a shower and a half an hour on the back steps while the kitty lounged on the ground nearby (and I caught up on some Reader’s Digests which a friend passes to me when he is done), it was time to close up.
So the day eventually ended well, but getting to that point was a little tricky. All in all, it was good when looking at the overall picture.
Still, it will feel very good to crawl into that bed after I send this. ‘nite all - have a good one.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
That link (here), by the way, also allows you to see the Table of Contents and 4 of the prayers.
My original dream for this was to get it to as many folks as possible for as little as possible. I have also dreamed of offering the prayers as a packet of little business cards. That is still something I hope to work on.
I was making a lot of progress about a year ago and, when my middle-aged “nephew” passed away suddenly, my life went into a financial tailspin. I was so caught up in dealing with it that everything else was pushed aside. It’s a little over a year now since he left this earth, and he’d hate it if I didn’t finish this revision. So would his mom, Jane, gone since ’09 - she was so helpful to me with the first drafts early on.
Anyhow, there is that saying we all quote so easily - God helps those who help themselves. I can’t expect him to help me unless I get moving.
So, I pulled out the hard copy and will start working on it, hopefully at least an hour a day. It’s amazing what we can accomplish in a hour if we stick to it.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
|Silkie The Huntress|
MainPage>I think I picked up a dead body tonight.
Silkie was outside for a while and when she came in and I went to shut the pantry door. I was crossing the rug where it touches the pantry’s linoleum. I noticed something on the ground and I thought it was a piece of a beige leaf. I picked it up and it was cool and damp. And it looked like it might have once had a head. I tossed it out the back door - fast.
I think it was just a mangled moth - a now-wingless mangled beige moth. Poor thing.
But why, oh why, doesn’t she at least put these things on the linoleum? I hate when our fur babies bring us their victims and place them on the rugs instead of on tile or linoleum - something easily washable.
At least it’s not as bad as what her predecessor, Tigger, used to bring. Lizards - birds - and then chew off their heads in front of me on the rug.
Monday, March 23, 2015
In the beginning of the dialogue, she was very optimistic about downsizing her collection. We are not spring chickens - we have each had many years, over half a century, to accumulate our patterns. At our current ages, we are growing fonder of favorite patterns and less likely to try a new one.
Unless you knit or crochet, embroider or something similar, you cannot understand the compulsion, that urge, that nudging, to get “that” pattern because one day, we would love to try it.
In one email, I shared with her something from my past. I worked with a gal back in the 70s who always said her idea of Heaven would be all the time in the world to work every pattern she had and to have all the yarn and thread she needed to make them...
But then, reason won out. In my next to the last email, I mentioned that, now, with our modern electronic and digital technology, we have TOO many places to weed out.
It used to be just hard copy - brochures, leaflets, sheets, booklets, books. That was bad enough. I still have 2 or 3 heavy cartons of them from when my friend, Jane, was still alive. And I think I have 1 carton of my dear old mom’s patterns, from back in the 40s!
But now I even have FILES - and BOOKMARKS - and PINS (sigh). I told her, we will NEVER get them weeded out before we leave this earth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Arggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And she wrote back: “Well in that case, I'm just going back to my projects. No use wasting time on a doomed project!”
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Tonight is one of those times. It wasn’t a bad day but I didn’t get done half of what I planned to do. Still, something is better than nothing.
I had to turn down a friend today. Maybe that’s what’s bothering me. She is just getting over double pneumonia and is getting used to carting around a portable tank 24/7 - she’s older than I am (82) but reasonably healthy otherwise. We’ve taken to having me go with her these last few weeks, to help when her legs and lungs get tired.
My problem is that I always have so many little things (not big things) that I’m committed to and so I am not good with “sudden” decisions to go to the store or on other errands. I had recently gone with her to one of the large discount stores for her toiletries and other basic needs. By the time we left, she was quite tired. So I hate to see her go alone.
But tomorrow, I have someone coming to pick up money I owe him. He’s had me on gentle personal loan payments for almost a year. I’m almost done. Just another 2 or 3 months. So I don’t want to make him come another day. I can’t chance annoying him because of the way we have the papers worded.
And I thought about Monday, but Monday, I must get to the free senior food pantry by 8 a.m. and then be home for whenever this other fellow calls and says he’s coming by. In this case, I do our monthly park newsletter and we have little business card ads in the back and he’s bringing the money. It’s not my money, but I’m caretaker - it goes toward the rubber bands and printing paper and staples and such. He’s got a business and that’s the only day he can come by.
Meanwhile, I will also be starting the April newsletter tomorrow and finishing Monday for proofreading Tuesday.
I'm sure now that is what is bothering me. I hate knowing she’s going alone on a Sunday. I, myself, hate to go to Walmart or Smith’s on a Sunday because it is more crowded. It’s not like I’m not going with her because of something selfish - these are simply commitments from a while ago.
There’s not much I can do. So, here goes...
Sweet Jesus, you know what it’s like to be here on earth and you know the differences in people, their personalities, their needs, their worries. Please watch over my friend tomorrow because I cannot do it this time. Please help her, if it be according to the Father’s will, to be able to anticipate basic needs. I realize that sometimes things happen and we have to handle errands on a moment’s notice, but this is not one of them. So, please, be there with her, please, and bring her home safely?