Technology continues to thwart me. Today it is warm in
the house and all I wanted to do was open the window, but can't find where
it's locked.
I did get the washing machine working, so that was a
good thing (it helps to understand the difference between "push" and
"pull"). And since I could not get onto any of my regular web sites, I
just used Joe's computer to check my email (which was being forwarded from
my DCN account to my Google account. I could get into Google).
But Laurel was at work, Tom was out of town, the girls were
in school, so my plans for spending the day on the internet having been
thwarted, I was left with how to amuse myself for the entire day.
I thought of going to the mall for lunch, but I pulled up
the menu for Chilis, where I had thought of going, and nothing appealed to
me and it was all too expensive. I wanted to pick up toothpaste,
Neosporin and Tums, but I just didn't feel like going out for just those,
and there was nothing I needed to "shop" for (and I'm not just a "shopper"
for the sake of shopping), so I just stayed in the house.
I must also add that I hate Direct-TV. It is
the least intuitive remote I've ever seen. You can't find anything
easily and it seems to be half home shopping stations, half of THOSE being
for sex toys. It's the first I time realized that a TV menu should be
R-rated! I don't know how parents can let their kids browse through station
options. If you are looking to find out what station an upcoming
program is on, lotsa luck with that. The guide will confirm that yes,
it is indeed coming up on xxx station, but do you think it will tell you the
NUMBER of that station so you can switch to it when you want? Noooo.
I have learned a little about how to use the damn thing, but oh how I
long for my ComCast menu!!!
At least my Kindle worked and I finished reading
"Merle's Door:
Lessons from a Freethinking Dog" by Ted Kerasote. I had been close to
the end of the book the last time I was at Logos, but I was nearing Merle's
death and knew that it would be a tear-jerker (and was I ever right!) so
chose something else to read in public. But here I was alone and could
wallow in the story of Merle's death.
Merle was a stray that Kerasote
picked up on a rafting trip. They lived together 14 years and the book
is a combination of their story and Kerasote's philosophies on a dog's
brain, dog behavior, and his own belief in letting a dog make his own
decisions (within reason).
Merle was a favorite of the small
town in which they lived, and as he approached the end of his life everyone
came to say goodbye and when he was buried, everyone came to his funeral
(I'm crying as I write this). It's an extraordinary book. And I
am SO glad I didn't try to read it in public!
In due time, Laurel texted that she was home from work and
to c'mon over. I packed up my computer, intending to post yesterday's
entry using Tom's internet. I was greeted by a friendly ghost.
And first there were movies to see. The girls were
watching one of the Ice Age movies
I'm afraid that the intricacies of the dialog eluded me and
I never did figure out the plot other than a lot of running from meteors
crashing into the earth, but it was nice cuddling with Lacie while we
watched together. Laurel was in the kitchen making a Blue Apron meal
and I had a taste of what it must be like to be Walt every night!
After dinner, I set up my computer and Laurel gave me their
password. Only it didn't work. I tried several times but no
luck. Tom had texted that his plane had arrived in Santa Barbara so I
knew he would eventually be home, but it was getting late, the girls were
into their nighttime routine. Tom had been gone 4 days and I just felt
I should leave and not disrupt things. I had packed up everything and
was ready to walk out the door when Tom arrived, but I didn't unpack and set
up again. He asked me if I had used their password...only the password
Laurel thought it was had been one digit off. Owell. I was
getting used to this internet vacation.
I came home, found a Star Trek TOS marathon, settled
down and slept, more or less for 8 hours, with one interruption in the
middle of the night.
In the morning I tried going on Joe's computer to check my
mail, but it had rebooted itself sometime in the middle of the night, and
needed a password to access, so so much for that idea.
But the girls are now awake and I can go over there. I
won't even take my computer with me. I've resigned myself to writing
these and posting "eventually."
Ironically, I had a text from Alice Nan asking me if I
needed internet access. Duhhh...is the Pope catholic? But she
wrote it last night and I found the text this morning (my phone does not
alert me when there are texts, which drives me NUTS) and they were probably
already on the road by the time I answered her.
I'm not going to take my computer with me to Tom's, but just
enjoy the girls. We are going to their soccer game this morning.
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