10 September 2014

Summertime, where are you?

I know it has been an extremely long time since I posted.  And it has been a full summer.  In fact, we've been discussing that very thing.  "Where did the summer go?"  I, myself, am not sure.  Brings to mind that old song about looking around and it's gone?  Not going to look it up cause one gets the idea.  Hah! Broke down and looked.  After a couple seconds using the wrong keywords, the song suddenly popped into my head.  "Paved paradise and put up a parking lot."  Well, that really wasn't the point of this.  It was the "turning around and its gone" part.

Much plotting, planning and scheduling has been happening in my little corner of this big beautiful world.  Did the NaNoWriMo event in July.  Happily, I had finished the last of the story and was setting up my stories on JukePop Serials.  I say happily because on the last day of the month, my PC Doc warned me that my hard drive was in imminent danger of crashing.

Was on the edge of Panic City, about to zip around there for a while when I came to a full, screeching stop right at the verge of the parking lot. Yep, the one I usually get lost in.  Remembered those good guys in the white hats who are so very helpful when it comes to things like computers.

Did some research, checked out the various items recommended.  Course I knew in the back of my mind that it was futile.  My faithful 'puter was in danger of crashing.  How did I know this?  Why, from previous experience, of course.  I've had three or four computers crash, which those of my faithful, loyal readers have known since they've kept up with my ramblings.

Thinking on it, my 'puter had been slow, achy and groaning.  Like any mother and father knows, kids get this whiny sound in their voices when they are getting sick.  It sets off the alarm nerve that runs up and down the spine to settle in the heart region where one hopes that it is a false alarm.  Well, it wasn't.  At least, I wasn't going to take any chances.  I had too much of Niiganabiik's World set up, stories waiting for the revision, editing and beta reader stage.

First things first, I got an external drive and backed up my whole computer.  Was going to set it up so that I only had what I really wanted.  Nah. didn't happen.  Still have the three to four copies of the same pictures that happened each time my backup thingy went haywire and didn't listen to the instructions I had given it.  Much memory those things take.  Filled up an 80G external drive in no time at all.  Ratted, dratted...Ahah!  Enter the 1T hard drive thing.

Second, shopped around looking for a hard drive.  Again, I didn't use the right keywords.  Knew I could get the same size drive but wanted to see if I could add a larger drive.  Aachk.  Gave up looking as everything pointed to Panic City.  Particularly, when I restarted my 'puter after one of the interminable updates after the news broke about the largest security breach in history.  I'd been avoiding restarts and shut downs as I didn't want anything happening.  Well, you're right.  My screen was doing the happy dance.  After several seconds of breath holding, it settled down when it noticed my face turning pinkish with fear.  I quickly ordered the second hard drive I'd looked at.  Turned out I didn't have enough money stashed away to order the 1T drive.  Then I shut off the computer, thus ending my chance to reorganize my files before the big move.  Hehheh.

Checked with the local good guys to see if they'd install the new drive.  Apparently, I didn't make myself clear.  Let this be a lesson to writers every where.  One needs to be clear when one doesn't have the luxury of an editor to help.  I'd only asked for them to install the hard drive,  Nothing  more, nothing less.  I waited a week or so after notifying the local good guy of the drive's arrival.  So, I turned to the ex-local good guy.  Well, actually, he was standing around and I complained.  Whined more like, about how I wished he was still being the local good guy.  Gave him the particulars and he said he'd help after verifying that all I wanted was the installation of the drive.

Now, I'm happily updating, installing and setting up my 'puter just the way I want it.  Of course, I can now take a bit of a breather.  Whereupon, I noticed the weather is rainy, it's a bit chilly out and the leaves aren't green.  There's a spot of color here and there, informing me that summer is over and I must leave out the winter coat that I'd planned on stashing sometime after it warmed up.

24 June 2014

IT Guy, where are you?

Just spent an agonizing hour checking out why I couldn't get on the net.  With a break for lunch down to the Migizi Room for a light lunch where I won a bag from the Fitness Center. Prior to leaving, I'd frantically left a message for the IT guy to help me decipher what the heck a network adapter was and why it wasn't working.  Well.  No answering phone call, so I debated whether or not to call my former trusty IT guy, who is now the trusty IT guy at the Radio station.  Hmmph.

Then, my ride for the luncheon doings arrived and I happily rode down there, leaving the vexing problem of network cable unplugged, plugged, unplugged.  What the heck is a network cable?  That question I promptly left to figure itself out.

Upon my arrival back home, an hour or so later, I checked.  Still, no internet, no brownies around to magically fix my network adapter cable or even leave me a note letting me know what I was looking for.  Luckily for me, my brother had given me a ride home from Father's where I was trying to hunt down the red bag that was mysteriously missing for days upon days.  That red bag contains a machine that I've been looking for since about the middle of April.  Man, it's already the middle of June.  Two months?  Time is surely not anywhere near those black holes where I hear time slows down to a snail's pace.  Or even slower than a snail.

There we were, sitting in the living room, looking at the type of bag he and his kids were supposed to be looking for.  On the day I found out where that red bag was, I didn't have time to go get it.  Thought it'd be okay since I'd told my father that it was mine.  He'd put a red bag on the trunk of the other car in his garage.  And of course, we were on our way out of state.  So, after how many trips did I make to his house to log him in to his computer?  And how many did he make to our house for fry bread and other goodies?  How many times did I take him to town?  Well.

Come to find out, Father had told my brother he didn't want that bag there anymore and so Brother took it and now it has gone on it's merry way around the world, the galaxy.  Maybe even, daring the black hole to gobble it up.  Where is it?  In the midst of discussing this vexing problem, the other vexing problem leapt out of the dark shadows where it had been lurking, waiting for it's chance to further vex me.

As I stated before, luckily, brother had given me the ride home.  Because he helped me solve the question of what a network cable is.  We'd taken out the ethernet cable, switched it around and he, naturally, plugged it back in in a different spot.  Yay.  I did a few cartwheels and am now dancing around my room, the hall, the living room. With only an occasional break to wonder about the mysterious red bag's whereabouts.

Now, you may be asking yourselves this?  Why in the world doesn't she know what a network adapter is, what a network cable is?  Well, when I come upon such vexations, my first impulse nowadays is to jump on the net, Google it, and failing that, get in touch with the support people who are no longer so happy to get calls from me as my computer is close to 4 years old and I had neglected to pay for the support after the warranty runs out.  Being as it was the network connection that was out, I could not get on the net.  I know, I tried.  Yeah, yeah, yeah.  I actually hit the Chrome button, hoping the brownies had some magic left and it would connect long enough for me to find out what I needed to know.

And no, I didn't use my son's computer, even I'd gone to check if he could get on the net.  Why?  Because I didn't want to suffer through the beady eye phase when he discovered that I'd messed up his settings.  Never fails, when I try to use his computer, I very carefully try not to hit the wrong button.  And I do.  Thus, the beady eye.  Though lately, it might just be edging closer to the evil eye.

29 March 2014

Winter Blahs Part II

Winter is fast closing in on my imaginary world.  When it is cold, blowing snow, sleet, hail and wobbling treetops dangerously close to falling over, snapping off dead branches, I can usually escape to my imaginary world.  The one where my stories take place in seasons the complete opposite of the ones in reality.  Howsomeever, the past few weeks have brought those worlds in danger of collision.

Methinks it started the fifth day of losing the same level on the dreaded CC on that seventh favorite haunt and now it's close to six weeks later.  Am I obstinate or what?  Or is it persistence?  Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment, the way I go back to that same game.  Addicted?  Nah, couldn't be that.

I tell myself I won't play today, that game is just trying to get me to buy those expensive little helpers and I can beat that game.  However, I think it might be that thing got stuck in one of those time loops or space warps that keeps sending me back to the same point.  Lost most of the carefully hoarded helps I won on that daily bonus thingy.  Uses to get many lives and moves from friends.  Now that has dwindled to just a few per day.  Oh well, might just try to play one more time.  This might just be the lucky day.

On another note, the storm's aftermath yesterday caused me to post a rant over on the twitter site.  With so many people stuck indoors, the dreaded perfume pervades the air.  On top of the "Non-toxic" cleaners used for floors, walls and ceilings alongside the air filtering/cleaning systems.  Clean Indoor Air Act?  Hmm.  Must ponder that one.  Ended with a headache which intensified the ache in my toe which I severely strained also at the beginning of this March madness.  Of course, the nutty drivers from the day before doubled yesterday making driving extremely dangerous.  Sure was glad to get back in the neighborhood where I only had to watch for those darn wawashkeshe, deer.

Stopped by the store to let son and sis know I was home safely only to find out there was a bit of excitement in the village.  A bear, a big one, has woken up and is prowling around looking to assuage its winter-long hunger.  Oh my. That bear sanctuary is only a few miles from here and of course it doesn't open til after the bears have settled into their summer routines.  Fall and spring can be pretty dangerous, what with people feeding those wild animals.

Hm.  Methinks it's a good thing Camp NaNoWriMo is only two days and some odd hours away.  Might be safer for me to go back to that imaginary world where I can slay my dragons, befriend bears, and turn aside the winds with a flick of my wrist. Or is it?

*Edited the title.  Been so long I forgot I already used the aforementioned title.

20 February 2014

Winter Blahs

Over here in the NorthWoods area, I was about ready to trade in my hat and mitts for the ole run in the outdoors look of "windblown" hair and polish my nails for the tap dancing routine I'm working on for St. Patrick's day.

Went to Father's to work on some opening lines for the next few unsuspecting vic...uh, friends and neighbors.  Thereupon, I promptly spent the rest of the afternoon downloading, updating, reloading and other assorted tasks that I thought I'd streamlined a few months ago.  Came out to "take five" and the snow was just starting.  Not too bad.  Plans were afoot to head over to you know where.

Howsomeever, after the fifth "take five," *I decided that it'd be best if I just came home, hop on the internet, play a few games and go to sleep, thinking on how to get to the next dag...ahh, methinks CC will just have to be played in a desultory fashion.  Then, my next door neighbor calls and re-ignites my desire to head over to you know where.  Howah, I thinks to myself.  Whereupon I asks Mom if she wanted to go.  "Nope."  Huuhn.

Whatever happened to the determination to drive in any kind of weather?  Heehh.  When did I learn the folly of driving in such weather as what is now blanketing the northland?  When did we stop considering it a badge of honor to head out anywhere, anywhen, anyhow?  For, you see, I was secretly relieved when Mom said no.  Tsk, tsk.

Now, I think I'll have to pull out the ole hat and mitts, find my trusty socks, if only to avoid Father's pithy comments about my lack of proper dress for the weather. Mayhap, I can find a better tapdance routine to practice between now and March 17.

%( is how I'll be looking in the morning, methinks.

*In reality, my "take five" at the Store, a friend or two had convinced me that it would be in my best interest to stay at home.

02 October 2013

New Gadget in my life

Well, I got one of those handy dandy Smartphones, a gift from my son.  I've been happily pushing buttons, sliding screens and trying to remember where I saw this gadget or that gadget.  Settings are the main thing.  I received the phone yesterday.

Today, an emergency trip to the ER with my father.  Of course, I had to learn how to message, call and add contacts.  Good thing my sister was with me.  She had her trusty phone and did the majority of the calls.  I managed four out of the 26 notifications we usually send.  Of course, before I could do that, I had to charge the battery.  Still hadn't taken the charger and ear phones out of the plastic.

So, during the time immediately after the ambulance departed with my father, I was tearing open the plastic to charge the phone.  Was able to charge it enough to get it turned on.  Then Sis shows up and we head out.  Lucky for me, I'd bought a car charger.  Unfortunately, it wasn't needed as Sis had one of those handy dandy dual chargers.  So, I'd wasted precious time and energy tearing the plastic off the car charger.  We arrived in time to get the pertinent info to hospital staff.  Then, I made the trek to the waiting room to finish charging the phone, and start the adventure of making phone calls on the handy dandy smartphone.

Yesterday, when my phone was being set up, I was shown the instruction book.  It was carefully packed inside the box along with the other essentials I'd need.  I was duly informed that I'd not need that book as the phone was designed for on the job training.  So, I was sitting there, greeting people who hadn't yet answered their phone.  Why?  Cause I'd forgotten to swipe it to the left; or was that right? Finally broke down and used my old phone to make a couple calls.  Then began the arduous process of finding the phone numbers, transferring them to my new phone, then trying to call or message.

By the time I managed to answer a couple of the messages coming in fast and furious, Sis comes to let me know I needed to call everyone and tell them Father was being held overnight.  I sighed.  She stood there, gave me the look, sat down and proceeded to make a few calls, send text messages like a madwoman, give cheerful greetings to passing people we knew who were also making a trip to the ER.  So, I duly picked up my phone, managed a hello to one person as three were on their way out as the patient was being transferred and proceeded to make one call home.

Still, one out of 26 wasn't bad.  By the time we left, my phone was fully charged, had a few more of the contacts added, and was at least finding the screen where I could call.  Was I happy when Sis came to tell he was in his room and I could leave off trying to call.  We arrived to find him eating, wondering where the TV was.  Relief flooded my frazzled brain.  At last, something I could easily handle.