Saturday morning I was responding to an email from my youngest daughter when all of a sudden my computer turned into ” My Nightmare”!
Strange pop-ups and bogus warnings, weird sounds, and random websites jumped up at me. I kept being directed to a commercial website selling Spy-ware….over and over and then I could no longer log on to the Internet at all!
I spent several hours that day and again on Sunday trying to figure out how to fix it but got nowhere. By Monday I was armed with new ideas to try via my friend D. and my son, both of whom are computer smarties. It’s their business!
Still, no luck. I finally bit the bullet and dialed that dreaded number for Verizon Tech Service. The last time I needed their help I wanted to take a shotgun to the phone!
I was pleasantly surprised when, after the initial computer-generated question period I actually got a human voice. AND he spoke English beautifully even though he was obviously an out-sourced foreigner from India . He was concise and clear and patiently guided me through a series of steps and within half an hour I was back on-line and running my DSL as though nothing had ever happened. YAY! Oh, and he actually had a sense of humor!! OMG!!
So then I spent hours trying to catch up with all my blogger friends. (Apologies to anyone I haven’t gotten to yet!) You all have been very busy ! Evidently Easter and vacations were the order of the weekend.
I spent Easter alone. (pity-party time!) My daughter from across the way has apparently been harboring mucho resentments for the past six months, some of which I knew about and others which took me completely by surprise. It seems my hedonistic lifestyle has put a real damper on her life what with me going off and having a LIFE and everything!
Seems I should have been standing quietly in a closet awaiting her need of me and THEN and ONLY THEN should I have let daylight into my eyes. No going out of town to be with my friend D. No working at the antiques shop in order to earn some much-needed cash. No days spent keeping this huge, old place in running order! Dammit, I was supposed to be there patiently waiting for her to summon me to be of assistance to HER!
OK, I’m a little angry. She said some pretty awful things to me. I used to hate when someone would try and explain my pissy self by saying “She must be having PMS” but you know what? I think maybe that’s true with her. Hormones can be terrible!
I know she loves me but when she acts like this I only see the worst of her dad in her, God help her. You all know how I feel about the STBE (Soon-to-be-Ex). AAGGGHH!!
So I have been walking for therapy. The days here have been reasonably warm if not downright spring-like. I am up to 5 miles at a walk! I normally walk around three miles but since I needed to vent some energy I have taken to walking farther and I am now up to five miles at a go! I may be doing 7 miles before long. I just mapped out a new route which I am pretty sure won’t be too strenuous for me.
The thing that really bugs me on these walks is the horrible amount of trash and litter I am seeing along our Pennsylvania roads. I asked my friend D. why I see so many beer cans he told me something I had never thought of: the Open Container law. THAT’S why they throw away the empties. “They” don’t want to get caught with an open container! That and the fact that PA. doesn’t require a deposit on its bottle and cans!
I have a brilliant idea! I think that in order to buy cold beer one should have to present a coded I.D. which is then scanned along with the purchase of the beer which is also coded for identification. Then if someone finds the one of those beverage containers along a public roadway, it need only be scanned in order to determine who the responsible party is and a substantial fine levied for the littering! What do you think? McDonalds containers should carry the same bar-codes!! I find so many of them along the road, too! It makes me want to enter my local McDonalds and walk among the customers saying ” I know who you are now!”
Spring is when I normally clean up my road frontage anyway but this year I may have to call the Pa. Dept. of Transportaion to pick up the bags and bags of trash I know I am going to collect along here.
If you see me walking along Rte. 670 north of Honesdale with my homemade trash picker-upper (it’s a long stick with a nail on the end) and a garbage bag make sure you toot your horn, OK? I need the motivational support.
I hate litterers.