Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
One of those (existentially challenging) days...
My new Kindle Fire arrived. Yippee. Trouble with new electronic thingymagigs is that they never work the first time out of the box. Or the fourteenth time, either. First, gee, I had to hightail it to Best Buy for some Wifi. Didn't have any of that around. Decided I didn't need to be THAT connected, so just got a router for the little yellow house. And spent a happy couple of hours trying to get it up and running. Didn't even know when it was, actually, but saved $70 by not having the Geek Squad do it for me. Then came the Kindle. Not good at that little keyboard app. Fingers are too big, and mind are not the largest, so it must be fun for everyone else, too, right? Oh, I hope so. If I thought I was the only one that struggled with this stuff, I'd slit my throat. Now connected, Wifi speaking, and registered, Amazon.com speaking, and wondering where are all those books in the Cloud? Why doesn.'t my Kindle just display them, download them, or whatever it is supposed to do? Well, working on that. I did get a book on loan, and began reading it. Don't know what to do when I am through with it. Return it? Will it self-destruct? Aaaaaarrrrrgggggh! Oh, and the fish, well, it's Art for Life time, and thinking of donating this piece. Or not. Have a month to mull. And read. I love the Kindle, really I do.