The last several weeks have been a
mad dash to finish harvesting and putting to bed my garden as well as my mother’s.
As usual, Mother Nature and the fates have not cooperated, but I persevere. Hey,
if nothing else, I am tenacious. (All right, some would say stubborn, but I
like tenacious. It rolls off the tongue….nicer. All those a’s and the sh sound.
Sounds like a word to be prouder of.)
Then something was slowing up my
desktop computer and I might be computer challenged but I know when to call an
expert. My laptop, as well, started giving me little nudges. Polite little
messages: It’s time to think about replacing your battery. I don’t wait for the
brick to land on my head, not anymore. So, a call to my computer guru.
Withdrawal started as he walked away with my Ruby Dee (Don’t tell me you don’t
name your computer. Ruby Dee is red. Why red, well I think it was my computer
tech’s way of being nice. At the time, my laptop was red. Why? I’m cheap. It
was 10% off, if I bought the red. I could just Skinit down the road if I couldn’t
stand it, right? So, the red computer.)
But, I have a laptop. My tech had a
new battery. Battery faulty, but still I had the old laptop and I don’t mind
being plugged in. I kept on working, looking after my mom and looking forward
to an antique fair. It was a stomach bug that leveled me.
Desktop back in action. Yeh! Still
working on the battery for the laptop, but things are straightening out.
One last chore in the garden before
the snowstorm predicted for Friday:
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