Late yesterday morning, Crabby Old Lady had half a blog post written for today. She stopped for lunch and then checked her email which nagged her about updating the program to a new version.
STUPID! IDIOT! MIGHT AS WELL HAVE BEEN DRUNK! As Crabby’s hand, on autopilot, maneuvered her mouse pointer toward the update button, her brain clang-clang-clanged a warning too late to prevent her finger from clicking.
When the updated program reloaded, Crabby’s calendar – the place where she keeps not only birthdays, appointments, comings and goings, etc., but daily (get that, daily reminders necessary to run Time Goes By smoothly) – was, GASP, gone.
DUNCE! DIMWIT! DOLT! The calendar is an add-on to the email program and Crabby perfectly well knows never to update until she is certain the add-ons have been updated too which years of experience have taught her can take a few days. Sheesh.
After several hours of failed attempts to retrieve her calendar – HER LIFE! – by reverting to the previous email/calendar version, Crabby walked away from the computer. Disgusted with her witlessness, she spent the evening with a bad movie and a good book.
About 40 minutes ago, armed with her first cup of coffee of the day, Crabby sat down at the computer. Oh. My. God. There on the screen was today’s half-written blog post.
Crabby forgot not to click the update button AND she forgot to finish her blog post. Next stop: dementia ward.
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Sydney Halet: Hope
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