Monday morning-type issues abound.
- My e-mail will receive messages but not send them, so subsequently I receive followup e-mails wondering why I haven’t responded to earlier ones.
- My brother’s photo blog wouldn’t upload photos in “this format.” A photo blog without photos makes for a puny post. As far as the two of us know, it’s the same format. Sometimes when one is flying by the seat of one’s pants, there is a rip.
- It is raining. Why Miss Piggy emits a swampy smell when she isn’t wet is one of life’s little mysteries. Granddog Stella is napping quietly on Miss Piggy’s bed. Miss P, on the other hand, is lying across Stella’s bed, gnawing on one of Stella’s bones. It’s too large for Miss Piggy to even pick up with her old-lady teeth. The sawing noise she is making seems the perfect topper to my two hours on the phone with three different computer support techs and now grinds into my cauliflower-ear.
- In order to get rid of the ODD (Odoriferous Drizzled Dog) smell, I switched on the fan of our air conditioning system. No fan noise. Not a good sign, I fear.
- I would ask Dearly Beloved about the fan problem and Good Egg Son about the computer problems but they are both out on the golf course. In the rain. Should one trust answers from men who don’t know enough to come in out of the rain?
Having bellied up to the Apple Genius Bar twice last week, I tried Online Support this morning. The first tech had me uninstall and reinstall my e-mail program. Doing as instructed, I reinstalled 10,751 e-mails–a neat trick since I don’t have 10,751 e-mails. Who knows… I may have imported yours, too. I couldn’t tell that anything changed in my Inbox. I watched as I worked my way through three cups of coffee, and a cherry turnover.
(The tech, I learned during the wait, loves muffins, lives in Lexington, KY, had car trouble on a trip with three buddies in a remote section of Ohio, and his iPhone is broken. I’m pretty sure he’s going to feel obligated to invite me to the wedding whenever he gets married, we became so tight waiting for 10,000+ e-mails to roll in.)
Since I can still receive mail, I opened this one from a friend who sent it to me and to his two-year-old grandson. It made me feel better. I hope it did the same for the little chap.