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“Life is merely terrible; I feel it as few others do. Often - and in my inmost self perhaps all the time - I doubt whether I am a human being.”
-- Franz Kafka
-- Franz Kafka
Dec. 17th, 2012
What a day!
Dec. 17th, 2012 08:41 pmWhat a day! Yeah, one of those.
It began when I fired up the laptop and learned that that update, which showed up when I tried to shut the laptop down last night, did not complete itself. I had a bad feeling about this update from the start, since it was taking forever last night.
Then, when it finally finished this morning, and I tried to restart the laptop, it looked like Windows got broken. We have a precedent for this: an update breaking Windows. However, after another reboot, it looked like Windows might not be hopelessly smashed to smithereens. It appeared that we might be having only a wireless-connection problem, leaving us unable to connect to the Internet.
During this interval, I was actually thinking that this might be a good thing: having enforced time away from the Internet. I was growing fond of the idea of just having my day for reading, and maybe just keeping a blurty-tweety journal, making little entries in a notebook of a sentence or three.
However, before giving up on the laptop, I thought I’d try one more reboot, and wouldn’t you know it: the thing works like a charm - internet connection and all. And, of course, there is no staying away from the Internet if one has any access at all.
Nevertheless, despite having the Internet back, I decided to follow through on one of my ideas for filling my day: to vacuum-mow the leaves. It helped that the cats had decided to spend the morning indoors and I still had them in the house.
What a grubby chore! I ate quite a bit of dirt. And there were bushels of leaves stacked behind the shed and in the back there.
But what really topped this off: I bent the mower-blade on a cement block, which had been buried under a pile of leaves, so that I did not see it. At least I had finished, or was close enough to being finished.
However, old Pop was quick to get on the problem and he bought a new blade, and I felt moved to help him fix it. This chore was as bad as the vacuum-mowing. And I am a bit scared about using this blade that we ourselves installed with all our handyman know-how. I am pretty sure, if Pop were by himself and mowing, he would not trust the mower. However, as I am the one mowing, we will see how well our repair job holds out. It should be an interesting spring. I just pray that I don’t lose a foot.
It began when I fired up the laptop and learned that that update, which showed up when I tried to shut the laptop down last night, did not complete itself. I had a bad feeling about this update from the start, since it was taking forever last night.
Then, when it finally finished this morning, and I tried to restart the laptop, it looked like Windows got broken. We have a precedent for this: an update breaking Windows. However, after another reboot, it looked like Windows might not be hopelessly smashed to smithereens. It appeared that we might be having only a wireless-connection problem, leaving us unable to connect to the Internet.
During this interval, I was actually thinking that this might be a good thing: having enforced time away from the Internet. I was growing fond of the idea of just having my day for reading, and maybe just keeping a blurty-tweety journal, making little entries in a notebook of a sentence or three.
However, before giving up on the laptop, I thought I’d try one more reboot, and wouldn’t you know it: the thing works like a charm - internet connection and all. And, of course, there is no staying away from the Internet if one has any access at all.
Nevertheless, despite having the Internet back, I decided to follow through on one of my ideas for filling my day: to vacuum-mow the leaves. It helped that the cats had decided to spend the morning indoors and I still had them in the house.
What a grubby chore! I ate quite a bit of dirt. And there were bushels of leaves stacked behind the shed and in the back there.
But what really topped this off: I bent the mower-blade on a cement block, which had been buried under a pile of leaves, so that I did not see it. At least I had finished, or was close enough to being finished.
However, old Pop was quick to get on the problem and he bought a new blade, and I felt moved to help him fix it. This chore was as bad as the vacuum-mowing. And I am a bit scared about using this blade that we ourselves installed with all our handyman know-how. I am pretty sure, if Pop were by himself and mowing, he would not trust the mower. However, as I am the one mowing, we will see how well our repair job holds out. It should be an interesting spring. I just pray that I don’t lose a foot.