I am going to make a confession here....I am addicted to the computer. There I've said it. I love to visit my friends and on occasion, I have been known to comment on their blogs. I also love to visit on facebook and go to pinterest to see what's out there in the big wide world. I also love to create digital collage, although I'm not very good at it yet. And I journal and also write my fantasy and fiction pieces as well as sell on Etsy.
I've share with you how the mechanical, electronics in my house behaved during the retrograde. But now everything has crossed over the conspiritorial line drawn in the sand and died. My office chair lost it's pnematicism...not a word but when I found myself 12 inches off the floor, I pinned the demon's name. Then my on again, off again computer just decided that it would design it's own screen saver and the diagonal etching from hades appeared on the screen. So back to the computer repair joint it went. We had them run a diagnostic on the hardware. Last time which was only 10 days prior when a power source and switch were replaced. As an aside, we had to replace the keyboard and mouse also. I got one of those Starship Enterprise ergonomically wonderful keyboards as a treat for my buddy. This time my buddy came back with a declaration of okey dokey on the hardware.
I dumped programs I haven't used since 2010, went through all my files (oh my stars, I also am a computer file hoarder) and backed my data up on an external hard drive. It was swimming along fantastically and I was actually able to do a few more housekeeping things with it and then.....................the object of my affection turned on me again and just stopped working.
I was distraught. But what do you mean I can't blog? Are you crazy? There are things on the computer that I love and I want back. I have people I want to communicate with and let them know I didn't jump off a bridge or worse. I talked to my buddy, I threatened the little twit and then I turned my back on it and ............dare I say it............did some housework. Curse you machine.
For three days I've come in to the computer area and tried to start my computer............it just stuck out it's tongue at me and refused to play.
Then last night as I was doing the minimal cruising my husband's "use a crank and let the hamsters warm up", older computer will do, he sat down next to me and said "honey, let's just move your computer out to the garage so it won't upset you and we'll go on my next days off and get you a laptop". I said I didn't want to spend any more money on computers right now and I could plod along with what we have. And I meant it, I wasn't playing silly wifey games.
Then he asked if I minded if he gave it one more try to start my computer? I said go ahead. The screen came up and he, just like I had found, couldn't even get the mouse to respond. I concurred with his problem. Then the most remarkable thing happened. He turned to me with what I would describe as "an eat shit and die" all knowing look and said, "well honey, you have to connect the mouse and keyboard if you want it to work". Crickets......................
I got up and walked into the other room and lmaorotf where he couldn't see me. I am a maroooooooon. All that fussing and carrying on, gnashing my teeth, tearing my clothing, putting on ashes and sack cloth and I hadn't reattached the mouse and keyboard? I felt like a foolchild of the extreme degree.
Hey, wait a minute, how did I get all those files purged and backed up and programs dumped if I had no mouse or keyboard......something in Denmark is stinky. So I went back into the computer room to deliver that opinion. But when I returned my buddy was showing off his art work with the diagonal screen and Joe was just looking at me like......should I run or should I laugh? We laughed.
I don't know who unplugged the keyboard from the port but it doesn't matter. I am typing this on my buddy and keeping my thoughts positive the I can finish this post. I'll just keep playing this by ear, hanging in, keep my fingers crossed and maybe Santa Claus will know that I was sorta, fairly, kinda good and I will retire my buddy mid winter.
But know that I have missed alot, some, a bunch and will now need to find a really good excuse for the lack of housework if my buddy keeps working or have a clean house if it doesn't. That's a mell of a hess.