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Week 2 of Windows 10. Thank goodness Steve has so far only put it on my “old” computer.
He also installed it on his laptop and after 10 hours on the phone with Microsoft and another couple with HP-he’s still working on getting it to co-operate. He only went from 8.1 to 10, while I made a leap of going from 7 to the wrongly rated 10.
This week I’m trying to get this blog written by just plain old typing it into the program here on blogger. I guess will both know if this is any better when I press “Publish“.
Other things I’ve noticed about 10:
It took out my automatic sign-ins. Now I know this isn’t recommended and that people will say that it’s a safer way to go, but let me tell you something: I can’t remember all of my passwords. And some of the sites, well, even the ones I wrote down are telling me that my password is incorrect.
One site, from one of my doctors, actually had questions for me to answer before sending me the password. Well I answered them and it told me I was wrong! Really? Like I don’t know my favorite pets name (they are all my favorites and I resented that question.) and then it asked where I met my husband. Funny, I tried all kinds of ways to say “my front door” and they told me all of them were wrong.
So I called the doctor’s office and explained the problem. The nice woman on the phone gave me a new password to try-didn’t work. Then she went to someone else, got another password and had me try it. Did NOT work. Then she apologized and said she’d tell someone in IT and have them call me.
I then asked if there was someway that she could tell me what the message was from my doctor. No, no there was not because the information was private. Could the PA call me? No, she wasn’t in.
Striking out everywhere computer-wise. Let’s face it, this is not news.
Also this week: (This is graphic, so I apologize) DO NOT USE FLYPAPER TRAPS!!!!
Earlier this week I was in the yard waiting for Lucky to finish her potty break when I heard the faintest of peeps. With my neck looking up isn’t exactly an easy task so I just kept moving around until I could see what was overhead.
EEK!!! A poor bird was stuck to the trap that was just supposed to claim flys, wasps and insects.
I cried, I freaked, I texted Steve (he was working late and somehow didn’t enjoy my incoherent hysteria via text). He called and through my tears and hysteria I told him about the bird.
He had to get a ladder and take it away. I’m still having nightmares. Lucky just isn’t sure about going out in the yard. She actually preferred walking in the heat across the street to use the park and grassy area.
While I’m ranting-I want to know this: why do theaters put in uncomfortable backbreaking seats when they know the audience has to sit for two or more hours????? We sure pay enough for the privilege of watching the concert, show or movie-would it kill them to make sure we‘re somewhat comfortable?????
And that is all.
That is one BIG CD
Aidan is a very observant 7-1/2 year old. The other morning he came into the office and asked about Steve's multi-purpose music player. Sarah had given it to him several years ago as a birthday present. It's one of those units that play the old-fashioned vinyl records, cassette tapes and CDs.
We have quite the selection of 33-1/3 vinyl from not only OUR youth but several from Steve's parents that he felt he had to keep for some reason. Not music either one of us would consider listening to-think Polka and the like. Must be a nostalgic thing.
We have no cassettes left; as whatever ones we had when the kids were little either fell apart or we gave them to Steve's sister Ila when she had our nephew. Obviously we had a LOT of children's song tapes. We have a good amount of CDs that Steve has burned through the years as well.
Back to Aidan, he was asking me about the "hole" for the cassette. When I explained that cassettes were what grandpa and I listened too in the car before there were CDs he was amazed that we could hear anything coming out of something inside a plastic casing.
Then he asked if he could listen to our GIANT CDS. I looked at him. "What are you talking about, Aidan?"
He pointed to the stack of vinyl on the bottom of our open-air cabinet. I held in a laugh-after all, he had no idea what "records" were and how we all would sit around our rooms with our friends and dance to them! When I pulled one out and told him about how it worked, he was totally amazed.
"You mean you were allowed to use a needle and you didn't get a shot-it just let you hear music?"
Pretty much, yes-that is what all of us baby boomers did. He asked to listen to one of the "giant CDs". I told him this was grandpa's phonograph player and we'd have to have him okay our using it or let him put the record on.
That held Aidan until grandpa came home. Grandpa said it was too late to play at the moment but next week for sure.
Aidan also wanted to know what other "cool, old stuff" we had-our answer? We pointed at each other.
Now for a really big thing I've got to share: Jackson is now officially 2! Happy Birthday to our youngest grandson!!! XOXOXOXO
What a way for this week to begin. NOT!
Here in my part of VERY, VERY North Phoenix we have the situation of one road in and one road out. It's otherwise known as "I-17". This week at approximately 7:15 a.m. I got a text from darling daughter Sam saying, "I hope u rn't going anywhere 2day-there's a huge accident blocking 17/303"
Trouble was I actually was ready to leave for my weekly physical therapy appointment. I told Steve, who was able to at least take surface streets from home to Carefree Highway and down to Scottsdale. He was going the opposite way.
Bully for him. Still took him over an hour and 15 minutes, but at least he got to work. I made it 5 miles when I hit the expected "pile-up" and decided to exit and go home. It took me 25 minutes to get to the top of the exit ramp. I used the time wisely and called my PT to let them know I was NOT going to make it anytime in the next few hours.
They were more than understanding and made my appointment for about 6 hours later. Later, I wound up having to cancel again and make my appointment for Wednesday.
By the time I got back to the house I had been gone for over an hour. Monday had struck. Everyone on FaceBook was showing aerial shots, shots of them in the gridlock and telling everyone to JUST STAY THE HECK OFF THE 17!
Decided to use the unexpected open time to find enough shade to walk Lucky. For whatever reason the temperature was still under 85, so I felt the ground and hooked her up. We found enough shaded area to stroll about 1-1/2 miles.
I can't say how Lucky felt (outside of the smile on her face), but I felt quite virtuous about this first walk in a week.
By the time we got home I checked FB and discovered I had a bit more of the sad story: seems as if a car somehow didn't use the rules of safe driving and sped without watching and slammed itself under a semi. Obviously there were fatalities along with the gridlock. One of the offshoot roads also was shut down due to a couple of fatal accidents.
Having been a victim of not 1 but 2 drivers who felt the "need for speed" outweighed others right to live, I found myself thinking that these people have cost several people their lives and have changed their families forever.
More news continued-seems the young man who was driving was pretty high on meth. He survived but his 2 passengers died. One was a young mom of 3.
So sad and more than unnecessary.
Kids and Interesting Questions
As many of you know our older 2 grandsons are now 7-1/2 and 8-1/2. Kids always ask a bunch of questions-some easier than others to answer but now-wow! Dylan and Aidan have been coming up with some doozies! Some I can hypothesize and others I find myself thanking the internet and Google/Yahoo for helping me get the boys the information they desire.
Other questions leave me wondering as well.
Dylan, 8-1/2, came in one morning this week and announced, "Grandma, did you know that there are people who can touch their eyebrows with their tongues?"
I shook my head and said honestly, "No, no I did not Dyl. But I'm pretty sure that this trick is not possible unless you are either part lizard or snake. But let's check out Google."
Per Yahoo! I found no real definitive answer, but there were some rather disgusting references that I was glad the boys couldn't see! Let's just say that if your kids and grandkids ask you this same query-don't let them near your computer/tablet/phone while you look up the information.
Both boys, due to monsoon season, asked me how much do clouds weigh? Google let us know that the average cumulus (rain) cloud weighs approximately 1.1 MILLION pounds! The same as 100 elephants. That was pretty interesting for even me to find out. I also clicked on a Boy's Life magazine cartoon for them explaining about hurricanes. It was 3 minutes and the boys really enjoyed learning about these storms.
Then came some of the week's more surreal questions:
When am I going to be a grown-up and get to do what I want? I told them that in reality, not even grown-ups really get to do what they want. There'd always be something that life made necessary for them to do, whether that was working a job to pay their bills, take medicines to help them make it through the day or helping someone they love on a daily basis because that was just part of life. Being grown-up did not mean you get to do what you want-quite frankly, just the opposite.
Why should we read books when watching TV is so much easier and more fun and easier on our brains? I pointed out that if all they did was watch TV that they'd wind up with no brain and in grandma's home reading came first.
Maybe not the best answer but trying to get them to read is akin to my wanting to learn more about math.
Then came the heart-breaking question of this week. I was looking through the local pet rescue (yes, we're still toying with the idea of adopting another canine child) and there were just so many that were being rescued out of high kill shelters because they were old and their families weren't "into" being there for them in their time of need. Breaks my heart and I die a little bit with every view. I'd still give anything to have my Sunshine for even another week and she's been gone for almost 4 years.
How dare these "people"? Evidently the boys also couldn't fathom this horrible decision. "Why grandma, why would they do this to their poor dog, it must be so sad and scared?"
Prescott loves that logo. I mention this because this past week Steve and I finally took a day trip up there. It's a very cute mountain town with a couple of community colleges, a flight school and a lot of retirees.
I know this for one reason: Right out of college my first job offer was at one of the 2 (that's from memory) radio stations in the area. It was not to be and wasn't exactly the highlight of my first days as a college grad with a degree in broadcast journalism.
Since that fateful fall of 1978 the city has grown by leaps and bounds. It's filled with history, art galleries, antique stores, 3 museums and of course the famous Whiskey Row.
Steve had wanted to go for a while, but the closest we have gotten was the day trip to the neighboring area of Prescott Valley when we took the boys to the zoo.
Not knowing how dog-friendly the town would be we dropped off Lucky to Adam, who had the day off, and went to start our latest adventure.
We live in this perfect spot to make these day trips happen. An hour from Sedona, Prescott, Prescott Valley and about an hour and a half from Cottonwood and Jerome. All beautiful, historic and make for a nice trip to get "out of Dodge" for a day.
What started this trip out was a travelogue on our local cable station. Now we had a destination in mind and some places we wanted to see for ourselves. We didn't get to the 3 museums that we'll save for another trip. But we did spend several hours walking around the town square, peeking into the famous Matt's Saloon, The Palace saloon, the historic Hassayampa Hotel, a few art galleries and local shops and a really fun gourmet herb, spice, honey store.
As Steve said, "If we had the money, I could easily have spent a few hundred bucks in there!"
Instead, we went with some cute tee shirts for the 3 boys and one for the future Princess Bryce.
We started our day with breakfast at the Sweet Potato Café. It was definitely a place you'd find the locals. Small, very unassuming, everything homemade and most items had something in the way of sweet potato in them.
If you're wondering, Steve had the meat-lover's omelet with hash browns and a side of sweet potato pancakes. As usual for me, I found the heart healthy entrees and went with an egg white omelet with all the veggies in the kitchen, salsa and even soy cheese with fresh fruit and a slice of, what else, sweet potato bread.
It was a nice day and we enjoyed being by ourselves for even those few hours. Every couple needs that now and then.
Upon getting back Adam told us that Lucky cried for quite a while and then, as if to "show" us for leaving her behind, she peed on the play room carpet. We were definitely back home.
Why is it?
Why is it that those of us with fur babies have some of the following events happen at fairly regular intervals?
-As soon as you change the sheets on the bed, they get sick?
-When you're in a hurry to have them potty so you can leave the house they can't seem to find the "perfect" spot to do their business?
-As soon as your pet requests to go out they want to come back in (as in, they are always on the wrong side of the door)
-Just as you think you've finally figured out the food your senior "baby" will eat and be okay with due to a physical condition the store stops carrying it because "there just aren't enough people interested in buying it"?
-When you make an appointment for their "well-kid" physical with the vet, they suddenly come down with something requiring an invasive procedure?
-No matter what you personally do to see that your fur child won't get into trouble, as soon as you leave the house for the slightest amount of time, they find just the ticket to either making a mess or destroying an item entirely?
-They look cuter than anyone else's pet?
-Always move just as you are about to take the best portrait shot of them ever?
-And if you have a toy sized version of a canine, they always seem to get too tired to walk about ½ mile away from home? Thereby putting the brakes on and whimpering until you pick them up and carry them home?
-And for those who have larger dogs-they need to take a rest on the main drag of your city so that everyone laughs at the fact that you are walking in place until they've rested up enough to continue?
-They all seem to know that while we think we're in charge, they know they are?
The reason for this subject? Just found out that one of my stories based on our 13 year old Pepper and how he entered our lives and was raised by our late and beloved Goldie mix Sunshine and now he did the same for our beloved little girl Lucky won a place in an upcoming anthology book that will be available on Amazon in the very near future!