It's A Hardware Issue

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Garrison sized flag flying on the Star of India, San Diego. 2008.

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Himself: Reads pages of job opportunities online second thing….after an acre of solitaire and war games. After that, he struggled with antique hardware. Herself: Kept not understanding until I wrote it down. Let’s bypass those missing synapsizes…so I did. Is that software? Reading: Began rereading the newest of the Dresden’s to keep the saga whole in my mind. Balance: Reading.

The only mouse that would work with my old Gateway computer was the beyond-dinosaur Dell mouse that came with the very first Dell. I assure you he tried every mouse in the house.

The first thing he did was to pull the hard drive from his old-old Gateway which we had been using as an external HD. He put it in the new computer so we could copy the contents. It wouldn’t work. Wouldn’t work in my old computer either. He ended up putting it back in the eldest of the computers, putting the computer back into the network. We spent all afternoon and evening dragging and dropping photos and journals to a new 320 G HD in my old computer.

He grew very frustrated with me until I found a way to bypass my confusions.

Just about bedtime, the last of the JPG’s were transferred from the backup computer, and the current information moved to the new computer on its 80 G HD. That’s not a very big HD. The old computer had a full 100 G HD….full in a year and a half with large size pictures. I’ll fill that backup HD in two years.

Imagine, a whole day of this stuff.

Me? I would drag and drop something then read for the 45 minutes or so it took to drop……then do it again.

Today the discussion is even fiercer. He’s working in the Park today. I’m recreating the contents of a computer. How are we getting to the bay when parking will be full at noon. Park over there this morning and walk over this evening? Two plus miles…..that’s all.

It’s a hardware issue, after all.

Computering

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Parade flag, MGB.

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Himself: Spent most of his day starting up the new/one-year-old computer. Herself: Did all my usual Thursday things. Chicken casserole didn’t make it so G gets it. Reading: Second to last Dresden. Balance: Reading.

In the past, I would dither, fuss, create feathers, and worry when a new computer is born. Yesterday I just forgot things.

We picked it up from the PO the moment they opened. The desk clerk banged it on the floor as he walked it to the front. Why didn’t he use a dolly.

“I have a dolly you can use to get it out to your car,” he told G. After that thumping, I was reassured to see it intact and running later in the day.

Off to the Poetry Group where I discovered I had forgotten the poem I was planning to read on the desk at home. G was on his way out to Fry’s for a new video card so brought it up the hill for me. The ladies were grateful…….I more-so, and they fed him chocolate chip cookies and coffee.

I read, and they made few changes and told me I was turning into a poet. Imagine that. Off home again, the two riders told me that my driving was excellent which was very nice after our rocky start. Imagine that too.

Over the day he put new memory sticks upgrading me from 1GB RAM to 4 GB Ran. The new video card brings the new computer up to middle of the road from the cheapie card that was in it. The old computer, we discovered, had the video on the motherboard….which he thinks is what is going. He plugged it in and powered it on adding all those things like drivers, software, networking, and added it in to the network. Office, Norton, email, Photoshop Elements, printer and scanner. Poof done in one afternoon. We both remembered the agonies of installing things on Windows 95 and 98.

No user interface. G says Plaid thought that sooooooooo funny that he’s beside himself. That means the new computer doesn’t have any sites bookmarks or email addresses so here I am still using my old one. You know what I will be doing this weekend.

For now……it’s off to the pool and thrift shop while Grumpy gets new tires. Then if you want me, I will be right here………or over there.

A Look at America

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A Llama waiting. 2009/

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Himself: “I’m glad it is over.” Herself: Anticipation led me to take Tylenol before my eight hours of walking, and a hip massage in the sales building helped me feel good for most of the day. Got her cards read by a secretive psychic who said I couldn’t share the results with anyone for 9 days. That was a new one on me. New old computer arrived while we were at the fair. Reading: Nothing today. Balance: Marta today for her one day a month.

He wanted to go to the fair. I confess that anything he wants is fine with me right now. Expensive parking and discount entrance then fun, real fun, with all the usual suspects.



We overate joyously. Grant’s cheeseburgers with extra sauce were actually good. Here the two cashiers smiled for me.

“What’s the name of your blog,” one asked. I told her.

The all sugar fudge was a piece of nirvana as was the diet coke just when energy flagged. The Chicken Fair Special came with fried onion strips and fried zucinni strips, but we also got a chance to taste the fried avocado……just like avocado fritters. Fat, fat, more fat, with lots of carbohydrates to add more width and breadth. What fun.





Look, origami. Then too, we did the art, sculpture, photography, furniture, quilts, weaving, sewing of all sorts, table settings, collections, and even dish painting to caught our attention. Rocks and minerals led us to ask more questions. We had a ball at the merchandise buildings too. County fairs are really America.



Oh, we learned too. This young woman was giving a lecture on goats, and I found it fascinating. We saw sheep, turkeys, cattle, and pigs too. There was a familiar and pervasive smell from childhood too when I helped muck out the barn.



And we walked through the midway too as caught by the barkers as if we were playing the games and as frightened by the high swinging rides as if we were on them.