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.
"We Three"
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Aw, gee, cut it out!
I seem to be the victim of a vengeful HP. First, I was scrupulous in putting out my trash bins (I just paid that freakiin' garbage company their exorbitant fee, which other old folks, who live the CITY, get for 1/3 the cost), and they skipped my yard waste can. Really indignant here. I need it empty! I am planning on major yard work this week! Then, my new phone, the one I just love and adore, locked itself up and refuses to unlock. This means a trip to Best Buy to bother those sweet guys in the cellphone area, again. Nuts. And, after enduring many months of very irritating reminders that popped up EVERYWHERE, I finally renewed my RegCure license (they had a sale of RegCure Pro, real deal), and it refuses to load on my computer. Now have to call them and trudge through a plethora of steps so I can correct all those errors on my disk that the now defunct program said I had. Give me a break. And my new camera, a Samsung, like my phone, came with the manual on a disk, and needs Adobe Reader to decode, and that is not working, either. I think the technology fairy has taken a dump here in the little yellow house. So I said hell with it, and painted for a while. Not sure I like him, but he was fun to diddle with for an afternoon. He will wind up in the pile soon, the one I keep for paintings that I need to review before I finish them. My mentor calls that the "second easel". I just call it the pile. Tomorrow will be another day. Maybe I will get my phone back. Maybe the bin will be emptied. I don't know. It's always a surprise.
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