This could have been the day I started my award-winning, best-selling novel. But no. When I opened my laptop WINDOWS 10 began updating with the dire warning that "this could take a while" and "12% complete." "Your computer will restart several times." I know from sad experience that if you interrupt the update, it will haunt you until you allow it to load. Sighing, I let it go. An hour and a half later or maybe longer, I had made beef-barley soup for lunch and sent emails to my friends. Windows continued to update. I swept the floor and tided at little.
AT LAST- I thought the update was done. It was. But when I went to log on? This is what I saw in the middle of the grey-blue screen.
Then a new screen.
We Have Updated Your PC
Getting Things Ready, Please Don't Turn Off Your PC
And so I waited more. I'm not a patient person and at my age, I only have so many years left. I feel like I don't have time for this - but what is the alternative? I guess I'll live; the update is complete, although I have to confess. I haven't found any earth-shattering, gasp-inducing changes. And my best-selling novel? I fear that may have to wait for another day.
Back to School???? It's July 13 today and Staples has had promotions out for at least a week. The report cards have been filed, the school books set aside and indoor/outdoor shoes have way less meaning. So who is thinking about back to school? Students??? I doubt it. They are reveling in the freedom to get up later, hang out with friends and get away from routines. I mean the little guys and kids that are older might be settling into summer jobs. NO ONE, and I mean, no one, wants to think about back to school. Teachers are in feet-up, I survived-another-year mode and they have deliberately and determinedly decided not to worry about the new teaching assignment. Parents are still enjoying their kids. When they're at school and everyone's busy, they don't see the offspring that much. It should be a time of relaxation.
Today I went into a local ladies' wear store. I needed some simple tee-shirts and new capris. Nothing fancy and nothing left in my size. Summer sales are on and they are clearing summer inventory. What???? To me there are a couple of months of summer left and if it's nice in September, yeah, I'll be wearing summer outfits. I did get a couple of tees and denim capris. Not my first choice, though. At my age, rhinestones on the ass aren't desirable and one of the pairs was a very small size. The clerk assured me they would "relax". (If you see me with a larger than usual muffin top, she lied.) In lieu of rhinestones, I settled for the distressed look. Yeah, they're ripped and already look worn. I am looking forward to the sarcastic comments they're sure to illicit from my family.
Again, I'm missing the good old days. School's out for the summer and you didn't think about it until the last couple of weeks in August. By then, everyone was ready. Summer? It's not over, people. Not by a long shot so I guess I'll make the best of my new capris, one pair, small but "stretchy" and one distressed. I think I might be distressed.
According to CTV News and other sources, selfie elbow is now a very real health concern. Yes, taking too many selfies can be bad for your health. Your elbow will suffer the same kind of strain and injury one can get from real activities like tennis and ping-pong. Another question comes to mind- just how many selfies can cause this type of repetitive stress condition??? Today journalist Hoda Kotb recently sought medical help for a sore elbow. Her physician diagnosed selfie elbow- "“I went to the orthopedist and he said, ‘Are you playing tennis or ping-pong?’ And of course I’m not, so I told him I was taking selfies,” she explained to Elle.com. “When you take the picture, your arm is up, bent in a weird way and you just click, click,click — think about how many you take: 20, 30, or 40. Selfie elbow, everyone has it!” (quotes from Global News.)
Nope, Hoda, not everybody has it. I don't and millions of other people don't. It may turn out ( and this is pure speculation on my part) that taking so many selfies is a symptom of the more serious mental illness, narcissism, and may be an addiction. I do hope someone has warned our Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, famous for his predilection for snapping selfies with "fans."
Only an intervention can help. The cure for selfie elbow is, of course, simple- stop taking so many selfies. Icing the elbow may help with the immediate inflammation and consider a selfie stick (I can't believe this is a suggestion) and let someone else take the shot.
We are headed for hell in a hand basket.
In the day, everyone had them- the ubiquitous lawn chairs. They were fairly sturdy, lightweight (the legs, etc. were made of aluminum) AND you could purchase repair kits for when the plastic webbing inevitably rotted or was damaged by the sun. There are a lot of other styles but my husband has back/neck issues and the newer types aren't comfortable. I looked all over town for the old-fashioned chairs and couldn't find anything suitable. The chairs that looked like what I wanted were actually for lying propped on the beach. They were built pretty close to the ground. I finally found a couple in Walmart (not my favourite retail outlet but that's another rant.). They aren't made of aluminum any more and are heavier. Still they are a pretty good fit...
The chairs each had a cautionary label affixed which I will quote: "Weight limit 190 lbs. (86.2 kg). Open and close by grasping top of back and front of seat. Keep fingers away from arm adjustment brackets. Place both hands on chair arms when getting in and out of chair. Do not tilt forward or back- always keep both chair legs on the ground. Do not attempt to relocate chair while sitting.". What??? Do they really think someone weighing 250 lbs would think they were a good fit for this chair. Look at it. Opening the lawn chair doesn't need NASA training and if you can't get out of the chair safely, you've had too many wobbly pops. As for not relocating the chair while sitting??? What? You're maybe going to levitate and escape the bonds of gravity?
I hate to sound old but sometimes I do miss the old days when lawn chairs were pretty much self-explanatory and users could manage them without special instructions. Just sayin'
A Vancouver Island baby, 10 weeks old, has spent a good portion of her young life in pediatric ICU suffering from whopping cough or pertussis. She needed a ventilator for three weeks, she had to withdraw from morphine and re-learn how to eat. She is too young for vaccination but the person she got the infection from, likely was not. Pertussis is an infection that is vaccinated against and if all children are vaccinated, all children, even those who aren't old enough for vaccination, are protected. BC incidences of whooping cough are on the rise and babies are put at risk.
Too much has been made of rumours and pseudo-truths about the serum that disease agents in vaccines are carried in. For the huge majority of children, vaccination provides protection from childhood diseases like pertussis, measles, mumps, tetanus and polio which used to kill and maim or disable them.
Simply put, a vaccine exposes a child to a dead or weakened form of the pathogen. The young immune system springs into action to produce antibodies to it. As the graph shows, if the child is later in contact with the real infection, the immune production of antibodies is rapid and effective. The pathogen antigens are inactivated by the antibodies and there is no disease.
Human immune systems are specific acting and in babies and children aren't fully developed. For each of the diseases there is a unique anti-body that fits that pathogen's antigen to fight it. When children are vaccinated, their immune systems have an opportunity to "learn" and remember that antigen. They can then quickly produce the specific antibody in large numbers and fight it off.
Yes. This is another rant about ticks. After our first camping adventures with them on our dogs and then on one of the adults (not me), there has been another incident.
Yesterday was a plain old day- catch up on some yard work and coffee with a great friend kind of day until I sat down to enjoy my new book. I'd had time to get something new to read and supper was more or less ready.
As I looked to the top of the next page, there crawling along as though he had every right was another tick. It was fat and sassy and brown with eight disgusting little legs. Arrrrgh! Out to the kitchen and into a ziplock bag. It is tightly sealed; the tick won't escape. Testing will be done at the health unit but this time the origin of the tick is well, unknown. It could have come from the detritus under our apple tree. Gary was "doing something" manly there; putting away stuff? I'm not sure. The tick could have come in on him. I did read in the back yard. Maybe it came in on me? The dogs are suspects, too. They have been re-acquainting themselves with the yard and they have been treated with an anti-tick solution. Maybe the tick just hitched a ride but got off quickly as the repellent became more ummmm, repelling.
And speaking of repellent. The ticks are. This is a year with serious infestations or high populations of them. Please watch out for children and pets. Even check yourself!
Camping, fishing and dog walks. Our first trip of the year and we knew that the tick populations were high but we've never had a tick on our dogs. Still Gary had been checking them each night and Saturday night he found one of the nasty little blood suckers on our Jack Russell"s neck. She is 12 and a half years old but that doesn't mean she's mellow. Patch does not look kindly on any attempts that might be vaguely defined as veterinary. As soon as Gary parted the hair to see the tick, she was suspicious. We weren't sure how to remove it but didn't panic since it was pretty happy where it was. I googled tick removal and it seemed that the best method was to pull it off with tweezers. Fortunately our camping buddies had tweezers and the next problem was how to keep all of our fingers while we removed the tick. I got cheese from the fridge and while I "tempted" Patch with it by holding it just out of reach, Gary managed to pull the tick out. Somehow it fell from the tweezers onto the rug by the chair. After searching, Gary did find it. Then he wanted to "torch" it; ticks don't just curl up and die because you pull them off. Holding the tweezers in one hand and an wooden farmer match in the other, he applied the flame. Again the tick fell onto carpet. There was a major arachnid hunt accompanied by colourful vocabulary. The tick had disappeared. This morning, Gary discovered another tick on Scruffy, our dachshund-shih tzu mix. He's littler and calmer so the tick was easily removed. Then Gary discovered another one on Patch. Cheese, hair-parting, snarling, snapping. Gary only got a bit of a nip on one finger. This time we knew enough to put the ticks (both) in a zip-lock bag, pending identification. They are double-bagged which explains the blurry picture.
The tick victims on a different trip.
Another hour and a half gone from my life and I won't get it back. The printer shown is a reasonable facsimile of the printer I recently purchased. Downloading Windows 10 at last had rendered my old one obsolete. There just wasn't a driver that was compatible. The old printer had to go to recycle.
The printer came with fold-out set of instructions for hooking it up and installing the software to run it. I did get it hooked up successfully and decided to use the cd Rom to set it up.
Big mistake. Somehow, the disc connected enough for me to be able to print a simple document. That was what I wanted so I assumed that the printer lacked many features and that Windows 10 downloaded software like magic without even the usual prompts. I couldn't run the printer alignment but thought the printing looked okay. Yesterday I wanted to scan an old picture. When I looked at the printer- no scan button. Online to read the manual. The printer could scan but I had to access the settings on the menu. WHAT MENU? After searching around, I found that the set-up cd had been corrupted. Then I did what I should have to begin with. I got the pamphlet and went to the website to download the printer driver. Fifteen minutes later all the printer features appeared in menu on my desktop. I could align the printer though when instructions say load ONE sheet of paper, load just one. After three false starts, I got it done. And I even scanned the picture. Then I took a little more of my blood pressure medication. The alternative was a stiff drink but there was nothing but beer in the house.
"Tell me 'bout the good old days." This isn't what the Judds were singing about but this lyric fragment sums it up. I'm ranting again because ours is a throw away society. It didn't used to be.
We try not to toss everything the second it's inconvenient, there's a 'better' model or an item needs repairs. Our Sterling barbeque is small (we don't need something that looks like the deck of the Starship Enterprise and could feed all the Storm Troopers) and it does sit outside in the winter so after 9 years, it needs a new burner. Gary was willing to replace it and went to the store where we bought it and ordered a new burner. Only the clerk, who either didn't have time or didn't understand, ordered a universal burner, not a Sterling. (Readers of the female gender will shudder. We all know how well one size fits all pantyhose works.) Today, after a wait of a week in fine barbequing weather, the burner arrived 'on the truck'. Gary went down to pick it up and spent a frustrating hour trying to make it fit. When he made the adjustments and got it into place, the flame was too yellow. A yellow flame means glowing carbon particles. If the flame hits the meat, it means a nice coating of carbon. Gary went to back to the store where the clerk suggested adjusting the air supply. There are adjustable slits but they don't open enough. The flame still glowed brilliant yellow.
We gave up. After a frustrating wait, frustrating time replacing the old burner with the universal, we are buying a new barbeque. Our old one hits the garbage. It's a total shame and it happens way too often.
"Tell me 'bout the good old days..." Well, grandson. I yearn for certain parts of them.
A new company in Edmonton is set to make and deliver breakfast to your house on the weekends. For obvious reasons it's called Skip the Dishes. I'm all for that BUT not for a breakfast delivery.
At the weekend, when you don't have to work, it's the perfect time to make something you don't have time for when everyone has to rush off to work. There is nothing more heavenly than the smell of frying bacon. And you can put bacon with everything, eggs, pancakes, waffles, toast, everything. You can forget the cholesterol count once a week. If you don't care for bacon (WHAT??), you can have sausages. Skip the Dishes says delivering a 'lovely breakfast' to your door will give you time for all those things you want to do at the weekend. I want to eat fresh crispy bacon and eggs right from the pan. Toast that just popped from the toaster. Breakfast is easy to make and it's to nice to have a leisurely meal around the kitchen table. No hurry.How do you like your eggs? More bacon? Another pancake?Everything made to order and it doesn't take that long. Skip the Dishes will likely make money, but really???
Then there's General Food new entry into the crowded breakfast cereal market. Strawberry Cheerios, o, yum and wait for it! To go with you pumpkin spice vodka, latte, or jello there is Pumpkin Spice Cheerios. To save you the trouble of all that pouring, the Cheerios, the milk, and all that getting- the spoon, the bowl, I bet Skip the Dishes will come by and do it for you. And you won't even have to rinse your spoon and bowl. SIGN ME UP!
Yes, I'm of a certain age but I'm pretty spry and like to think still smart enough.