My computer dude didn’t show up this morning as planned. I waited around, tried to reach his cell phone but, when he didn’t answer, and knowing how dependable mobiles are in this area (NOT!), thought maybe the call didn’t get through. Finally I had to head for work. I was going to leave the door open for him, then worried about his reception by the dogs with me being absent, so left a note taped on the entrance instead. He did call me a couple of hours later at the office. He had forgotten to warn me the night before that he wouldn’t be able to do the installation today. It will be done Tuesday instead, which actually suits me fine. This month’s high fee has just been debited to my bank account, so I’ll get at least some mileage out of it. Another good spin-off about his not showing up? Because I was up so early (3:30 AM), I decided to finish cleaning my home office while waiting on his arrival. It’s all done now except for tidying the bookshelves. Poor guy would have wondered if he was in the wrong house, LOL!
It will be an early night. Helen is leaving tomorrow morning to visit her daughter in NB; she’ll be taking the bus from Central Station in Montreal…and it leaves at 6 AM. The travel info warns passengers to arrive an hour before departure because, if the coach is full, they’ll have to take the next one…at 10:20 PM!! I go to the city every morning anyway so, to avoid that her elderly husband need get up in the middle of the night, I’ll drop her off at the terminal. We’ll be leaving about 4 AM; I’m usually wide-eyed and bushy-tailed at that time anyway. I’m very happy about her seeing her daughter right now. She has lost approximately 40 pounds in the last month and she’s not dieting – not good – and I know once she gets there she will be lovingly forced to see a doctor. She won’t listen to me.
All day I’ve had a craving for a Salade d’Amour; Salad of Love in English. Anyone tasted it? (Besides Kilroy – he was there the first time I ate it). It is made of spinach and bean sprouts and cashews and lots of other good stuff, with soya vinaigrette to die for. I need to get dog food on the way home tomorrow night, and will pick up the ingredients at the same time. If I have no visitors to share it, I’ll probably be still eating the left-overs most of next week. That should cure my craving, LOL!
It’s that time. My Jacuzzi is ready now, so off I go in search of Morpheus. Sweet dreams, people! I’ll check back in tomorrow.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec
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Thursday, August 5, 2010
Saturday, October 10, 2009
A WEEK LATER....
My nice computer doc finally showed up yesterday morning (early!), waded through the mud outside, then spent 2 hours working on my machine and voilà! I nearly kissed him as I paid him – I was that happy. The borrowed laptop I’ve been using to feed my cyber-addiction is one we purchased for training. Unless it is hooked up to the central server at the office, it is extremely limited in what it can do. The keyboard is much smaller too; my fingers seemed way too large, and there was constant backspacing to delete surplus letters which just appeared out of nowhere. This morning I breathe a sigh of relief…I’m back in my element.
It was a crazy, hectic week. I would crawl into bed late at night, numbers running through my head, then be up at 4:30 AM and they were still there. One thing I did do last Saturday (it has been that long since I last blogged in here!!) was put everything on hold, and read my book, Roots. Thanks to all those whose advice leaned that way, lol. Actually, the book being thick, I spent a lot of Sunday doing the same thing. Then, of course, I paid for it by playing catch-up in the days that followed.
Two of the stagiares said their goodbyes on Friday. They are heading back to their studies after practicing in the real world. One of them, a nice little lady from Peru, gave me a pretty souvenir ashtray, made in her country, as a farewell gift. The other, a tall, graceful lady from Haiti, offered something completely different.
During a lunchroom conversation, a discussion about the trials of life had prompted me to mention an admired Blogit writer, Muley, who wrote that our enemies could actually be close friends from our previous lives, sent here to help us learn a needed lesson. There were mixed reactions; sceptic from a couple, thoughtful from others, and agreement from my Japanese daughter-in-law. I noticed the tightening of lips and slight shake of head from the Haitian stagiare, she who always bowed her head and said silent grace before eating. She was too shy to argue in words, but her expression left no doubt about her refuting such beliefs. I suspected that she was very adamant in her religion, whatever it was, and she proved it by handing me two printed tracts as she was saying goodbye. The cover page on one shows a clear picture of hell, complete with fire and brimstone; the other has lights streaming down from what is obviously heaven. I thanked her politely, assured her that, yes, I do read the bible, and wondered if I should try to convince her that spiritualism does NOT mean denial of God’s existence. I imagine I’d have wasted my breath. Her stance was telling me that only her religion saved souls. She meant well, so I accepted her gesture. To each our own. I couldn’t help laughing though when, at the end of the day, Yoshiko (my daughter-in-law) stood by my desk, glanced down at the pictures, then politely asked me, “So which one are you, Mom? The devil or the angel?” Then with a small smile, “I guess it depends on the day, huh?” I just love that girl!!
It’s Saturday, the sun is shining out there on my mountain, and I’m off to enjoy it while it lasts. My Dunany Demons whispered that there’ll be snow next Friday…already. Time flies whether we’re having fun or not, so sending you a big, warm smile and sincere wishes that y’all have a super day!!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
It was a crazy, hectic week. I would crawl into bed late at night, numbers running through my head, then be up at 4:30 AM and they were still there. One thing I did do last Saturday (it has been that long since I last blogged in here!!) was put everything on hold, and read my book, Roots. Thanks to all those whose advice leaned that way, lol. Actually, the book being thick, I spent a lot of Sunday doing the same thing. Then, of course, I paid for it by playing catch-up in the days that followed.
Two of the stagiares said their goodbyes on Friday. They are heading back to their studies after practicing in the real world. One of them, a nice little lady from Peru, gave me a pretty souvenir ashtray, made in her country, as a farewell gift. The other, a tall, graceful lady from Haiti, offered something completely different.
During a lunchroom conversation, a discussion about the trials of life had prompted me to mention an admired Blogit writer, Muley, who wrote that our enemies could actually be close friends from our previous lives, sent here to help us learn a needed lesson. There were mixed reactions; sceptic from a couple, thoughtful from others, and agreement from my Japanese daughter-in-law. I noticed the tightening of lips and slight shake of head from the Haitian stagiare, she who always bowed her head and said silent grace before eating. She was too shy to argue in words, but her expression left no doubt about her refuting such beliefs. I suspected that she was very adamant in her religion, whatever it was, and she proved it by handing me two printed tracts as she was saying goodbye. The cover page on one shows a clear picture of hell, complete with fire and brimstone; the other has lights streaming down from what is obviously heaven. I thanked her politely, assured her that, yes, I do read the bible, and wondered if I should try to convince her that spiritualism does NOT mean denial of God’s existence. I imagine I’d have wasted my breath. Her stance was telling me that only her religion saved souls. She meant well, so I accepted her gesture. To each our own. I couldn’t help laughing though when, at the end of the day, Yoshiko (my daughter-in-law) stood by my desk, glanced down at the pictures, then politely asked me, “So which one are you, Mom? The devil or the angel?” Then with a small smile, “I guess it depends on the day, huh?” I just love that girl!!
It’s Saturday, the sun is shining out there on my mountain, and I’m off to enjoy it while it lasts. My Dunany Demons whispered that there’ll be snow next Friday…already. Time flies whether we’re having fun or not, so sending you a big, warm smile and sincere wishes that y’all have a super day!!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Friday, September 25, 2009
CYBER JUNKIE
I am the only person to use my computer at home, so whenever anything appears on my screen that was not put there by ME, it freaks me out. Who has been in my house touching my stuff??? I tend to forget that it is always connected to the Internet, and now and then those cyber-authorities out there shove something in my face when I log on. The other night was one of those times. I sat down at my desk to find that my beautiful,winter scene had been replaced by BING_BING_BING written in bright orange letters all over my screen. GRRRR! I vainly attempted to restore the original background. My lack of talent for resolving anything technical is no secret – nothing I did worked, of course. This “update” thingie kept flashing, so I clicked and accepted and clicked and accepted.....and succeeded in putting my computer out of commission...totally. All I had to do was touch any key and it froze up tight.
It was too late in the evening to call my puter-doc, and my frustration attained a level where the machine was in very real danger of being thrown through the window, so I headed for the jacuzzi instead.
My regular ‘wake-up’ procedure of grabbing a coffee, saying good morning to the doggies and my mountain, reading Kilroy’s Blog, checking Facebook for activity from my offspring, looking at posts in Blogit.....it was not going to happen. Being a creature of habit, my inability to complete my morning routine threw me into confusion. I’m not sure how early it was when I picked up the phone and speed-dialed my puter-doc, but I could tell from his voice that he hadn’t been awake. He knows me well. He calmed mentioned some of the many things I had probably done wrong, told me he would be out of town until next Tuesday, and suggested that I use one of the laptops from the office to calm my addiction. Now why hadn’t I thought of that?
The answer to that question is easy. It was pure panic. I couldn’t fathom spending down time without access to the net. Great Scott!! I have become a cyber-junkie!!!
Obviously I followed his advice. I brought home one of the laptops last night, managed to hook it up so that it works, and this morning was able to read Kilroy’s Blog, check out my young ‘uns on Facebook, and and am writing this post. I’m reconnected to the world again, my face is all SMILES and life is good.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec
It was too late in the evening to call my puter-doc, and my frustration attained a level where the machine was in very real danger of being thrown through the window, so I headed for the jacuzzi instead.
My regular ‘wake-up’ procedure of grabbing a coffee, saying good morning to the doggies and my mountain, reading Kilroy’s Blog, checking Facebook for activity from my offspring, looking at posts in Blogit.....it was not going to happen. Being a creature of habit, my inability to complete my morning routine threw me into confusion. I’m not sure how early it was when I picked up the phone and speed-dialed my puter-doc, but I could tell from his voice that he hadn’t been awake. He knows me well. He calmed mentioned some of the many things I had probably done wrong, told me he would be out of town until next Tuesday, and suggested that I use one of the laptops from the office to calm my addiction. Now why hadn’t I thought of that?
The answer to that question is easy. It was pure panic. I couldn’t fathom spending down time without access to the net. Great Scott!! I have become a cyber-junkie!!!
Obviously I followed his advice. I brought home one of the laptops last night, managed to hook it up so that it works, and this morning was able to read Kilroy’s Blog, check out my young ‘uns on Facebook, and and am writing this post. I’m reconnected to the world again, my face is all SMILES and life is good.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec
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