Bless it’s heart; the computer’s that is. I’ve got the right files in the wrong places. Unzipped a file for which I now have unzipped files, and the zipped file, too. Lost one of the unzipped files . . . I think! I’ve got to call Richard for help! But if I don’t fix it myself, I’ll just get in trouble again.
So I just ran away for a couple of days and dealt with family crises. Thank goodness, they’re very distracting. Now I’m going to try to set up the software again. And I will call for help. I thought I was supposed to be disengaged at 76, and not care anymore. I care! I care!
But the family crisis turned out splendidly. And I guess I’m really much happier with that than with getting my software straight. The nice thing about getting older is that you sometimes discover your skills really have grown over the years, and your ability to make things turn out OK is stronger than ever.
Well, it is a plan. And it’s only 1:30 p.m. Well ahead of midnight.
love and peace,
Jeannie the Red Jay