I think it’s fixed

I have not turned on my computer at home for several days.  When I do turn it on, I check my emails and that’s about it.

A good amount of my time at work is spent on a computer.  Right after Easter I started having issues, challenges, problems with it.  The computer, not work.  I blame it on an update that I didn’t authorize.  Whatever.  The damage was done.

So our IT person and I worked on it all last week trying to figure out what to do with it.  We got it semi-functional.  Then out of habit I shut it down on Friday before I went home.

This past Monday it would turn on and that’s about it.  Error message after error message kept coming up.  We did a factory restore that allowed us to save all my data first.

I had to reinstall all my programs and try to get all my data back when it belonged.  My email program was a disaster.  I did import all my contacts and messages however it was an updated version and none of my “rules” and mailboxes were there.

Needless to say I didn’t want to look at a computer screen for a while when I didn’t have to.

Hopefully things will continue to improve.

Smells of spring

Yesterday I had my car windows opened on my way home from work.

I could smell freshly mowed grass infused with the wild onions that pop up in most everyone’s yard around here.

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Some sweet floral scent drifted through the windows as well.

When I got home, the unmistakable aroma of a charcoal grill filled the air.

It rained overnight and will be raining here most of the day.  With spring rain comes the smell of worms.  I must have dodged hundreds of them while walking from my car to the office.  I thought about posting a picture of worms here but it was just too gross.  Plus posting from my iPhone is not easy.

Embarrassed

As I sit here on my ever-expanding backside, I am embarrassed that I have not posted much of anything recently.  After the dinner dishes are washed, I usually sit in my favorite chair with my iPad and check my email and play various solitaire games or Sudoku.

The biggest time suck for me is Pinterest.I love it and can’t seem to close the app and do something constructive such as:

  • make the gifts for a bridal shower on April 6
  • make a cheesecake for Easter
  • get our tax information ready for the tax preparer
  • knit booties for my grandson
  • knit another sweater for my granddaughter
  • felt the CCM hat I made months ago (and never blogged about)
  • declutter and clean (that’s an ongoing issue for me)
  • and burn some calories

It’s Good Friday and I have the day off.  I’m going to go and DO something.

Oh, one more thing:  Happy Birthday to my son and son-in-law.  How nice that they have the same birthday.

Life goes on

Sometimes it’s hard to know what to say.  On a blog.  On the phone.  In a letter.  In person.

Beginning with the last two weeks in February things started getting hard.

My sister had to do a very brave thing.  It was time for her adopted greyhound to leave this world.  Being brave is so hard.  What do you say?

Our neighbor, Steve, lost his battle with Alzheimer’s disease.  I took a breakfast care package to his wife and daughters.  Mr. Aitch was an honorary pallbearer.  We hadn’t seen Steve for over a year when he was moved to a nursing home.  What do you say?

Mr. Aitch’s cousin suffered from COPD.  Her suffering ended in February.  What do you say?

A co-worker’s sister.  Also gone.  What do you say?

Last night we learned that a friend Mr. Aitch and I have known since college was recently diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and has four or five months left to live.  He’s teaches at a local college and is in the middle of directing a musical production that opens this week.  This particular production is one that he actually wrote.  And it will be his last.

I want John to know that I value his friendship.  He and his wife used to come to our house and play Trivial Pursuit until the wee hours of the morning.  We went on motorcycle trips together.  I listened to the heartaches that come with parenting teenagers.  I only see John a few times a year now and when we go to the musical performance this weekend, I’ll probably see him again. 

What do I say?