Death of a Browser

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Summer is here.

Himself:  He never complains about anything.    Oh, once in a while he snaps at me, but most of the time he is the most even of men. Herself:  The weather is changing, and I am complaining about the aches and pains.  Perhaps I list them once a day out loud, and then there they are for the rest of the day. Reading:  A Bill Crider mystery.  Balance:   Using a recipe and measuring.  When the food comes out perfectly, I’m delighted.  Silly me.

My Firefox has biodegraded so much that I couldn’t even open any blogs this morning much less my photo host.

Oh, I’ve known it was fading.  It refused to open some blogs months ago.  It started burping a week ago.  Often my computer would tell me that my Firefox was too old to run this or that application.  Everything flickers.  Yesterday every time I shut a window, an error message showed up telling me that Firefox had crashed. 

“Life as I know it is near the end,” I told G.

He replied, “Oh, No.  All you,” Note he said “YOU, “have to do is import all your bookmarks to Internet Exploder, uninstall Firefox, reinstall a new copy of Firefox, reinstall all your bookmarks.”  Later he said the magic word “WE.”

“I’m backing everything up anyway,” I said.  But I sure am grateful this morning for the  existence of Google.  I Googled my blogs with some degree of effort, and there they were.  I Googled my photo host to find a summer picnic picture to head today’s entry. 

Sometimes thinking far, far ahead of yourself is good for the soul.