Herself: Swam, sat down to work on the albums, and was a very frustrated person when I could build a page but not print. Puttered while he worked. Wrote bad poem about computers. Dinner was Quiche and salad. Cake later after trying to repair the truck clicker which she washed. Vista computer works. Eating over problems doesn't.
Reading: Number two in the Mitford series.
Balance: Found only this morning.
The newspaper wrote about the virus problems this morning, and it makes me feel as if I am not alone.
G struggled all morning with the old/backup computer first to get Cure It to run then hours later to move his IBM Vista computer over to my desk and get it set up and working.
I struggled late in the afternoon to learn the basics of Vista feeling frustrated at the lack of user friendliness, intuitive access, and easy accessibility for many of the tools I used with XP.
"You have exceeded your quota of questions today," himself told me as we headed to the pool this morning. Only later in the morning was he able to add a, "He he he...." to that bald statement.
"I have all the jpg's from 2009 moved in to my new house, I have a template for my blogs, so what more do I need," I say. I don't add, I don't need any more viruses, worms, or Trojan Horses, thank you. It doesn't need saying aloud.