(I wrote this in long hand on April 16 because my computer was compromised and my friend John had taken it away. I just got it back today 4/25)
My computer started doing weird things a few weeks ago. Plug-ins (whatever they are!) were suddenly 'compromised' and not available unless I made them available by clicking on 'activate' which sounded too much like 'activating' a nuclear warhead for me to risk do it.
I did a couple of things my friend John suggested, neither of which made any difference. The 'compromised' plugins--which allow me to watch videos or listen to NPR on line--were still 'compromised'. So John came to fix it and after a while (during which he banned me from my little office) he took my computer home with him to try to fix the problem.
That was Sunday and now it is Tuesday evening and I'm sitting in front of my inert screen writing in long hand.
Th first thing I've noticed is that writing with a pen is awkward and much more difficult (and slower) than typing on a keyboard. And my handwriting, never Zaner-Blosser level, has disintegrated. I have difficulty writing with a pen since I so seldom do.
And I can't 'surf the web' or do email or play hearts or online checkers.
I read in front of the screen and write long hand and drink wine and am almost disabled not having access to my computer's world.
It might as wall have been cocaine. I am a computer junkie.
I need rehab. If I don't get my computer back by Thursday I might have to go to the Cheshire library (or use Bern's laptop) and play hearts all day. I might have to start writing letters and take them to the Post Office to mail. I might have to call people rather than email them....
All hell is breaking loose here at 95 Cornwall Avenue in Cheshire! I'm losing control. I don't even know what time it is since my computer isn't on or even here!
I'm going to spend my birthday tomorrow without a computer. This should give me pause since I'm old enough to have celebrated many more birthdays without a computer than with one....
So, here's my rehab plan having 'hit the pavement' with my computer addiction.
I'll log on once a day when my computer is back. I'll look at emails, write a blog, play some hearts and write whatever else I need to write. I'll spend no more than 2 hours at my computer--no more!
{But, I know the truth. Addicts always think they can 'handle it'. I may need an internet invtervention in the end....)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Blog Archive
-
▼
2013
(262)
-
▼
April
(17)
- Belated birthday poems
- How sweet it is...
- 250 years is not an inconsiderable amount of time....
- some stuff you missed...
- Alas, I'm an addict...
- Joy needs a new word to make it mean what I feel
- The Wedding Album
- Observing the passage of time....
- The sermon I never preached...
- School is starting for me
- The puppy cut
- The best thing I ever tasted....
- Learning to speak French....
- Spring, at last...?
- Tom Cruise and Aliens
- What friends are for...
- Monday in Easter Week
-
▼
April
(17)
About Me
- Under The Castor Oil Tree
- some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.
No comments:
Post a Comment