Monthly Archives: February 2020
I Should Have Done This A Long Time Ago . . .
Or It’s God’s Way Of Telling Me I Need A New Computer.
For the last several days I’ve been fighting a problem with my desktop computer. First Windows Live Mail wouldn’t open, followed the next day by Chrome.
Internet Explorer would still work, but with no more than two tabs open. Then it seems like more and more programs slowly died or became flakey. My first thought was a hardware problem, but every test I ran came up clean.
So it looks like that my Win 7 Operating System is slowly, or not so slowly, dying. And since this computer is about 7 years old, it’s probably about time for a new one.
But as it turned out, it would be a new old one. I remembered the very powerful one that we had retired at work. It originally ran our websites when we had our server in-house.
It has an i7 processor running at 4Ghz with 16GB of RAM, a 512GB SSD, and a 1TB HD. I’ve already ordered another 16GB of RAM which will max out the RAM.
Yesterday I scrubbed the HD, getting rid of the Linux Apache Server software, and installed a fresh copy Windows 10 Pro. Now it’s just a matter of installing new copies of the programs I need, as well as copying over all the data.
Yes, they’re still counting.
Iowa Democratic Party to recount caucus results from 23 precincts.
I guess the idea is just keep doing it until they get it right. And as I mentioned the other day, Nevada’s not looking good either.
They originally planned to use the same app that was used in Iowa. But when that went up in flames, they quickly cobbled together something using Google Docs forms, ‘cobbled’ apparently being the operative word.
However, someone finally came to their senses, and they’re back to doing it the old fashioned way. Just pick up the phone and call in the numbers.
Still think there’s nothing wrong with a paper ballot and a #2 pencil.
Tomorrow night Jan has her yearly get-together with a number of her former hospital coworkers, something they’ve all done every year since we started RV’ing in 2008.
Thought For The Day:
When I was a kid, I wanted to be older. This is not what I expected.
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And Now Another One . . .
I Won’t Do That Again.
My Aunt Virginia gave Jan a couple of local Athens Church cookbooks, containing many of our family and friend’s recipes, including many favorites I remember from my childhood, and even later, specifically my Aunt T’s Dill Bread. Even Jan remembers this bread, since Aunt T was still alive and baking it when we were first married.
Jan suggested that I look through the cookbooks to see if I recoginzed any other names. And that was my mistake.
I quickly came across one that rang a bell. She was a classmate of mine, in fact she was both my Chemistry and Biology lab partner when I went to the 10th grade in Athens. She was really cute, a cheerleader, and sweet to boot. Even better, her father owned the Ford dealership in town, and she got the very first Mustang in town for her 16th birthday. She and I got along great and I almost broke my rule to not date that year.
Since I had been with my previous girlfriend, Sam (Samantha), the future Duchess, for over a year and a half while we were in South America, and I missed her, I wasn’t in a big hurry to get back to dating again.
Since I skipped the 1st grade and started directly into the 2nd, (another story) I was always the youngest kid in my class, even though few people knew it.
I also didn’t really go to the 9th grade, since we were living in South America at the time. My mother, who had been a teacher, signed off that she had home-school me, but what really happened was that she just gave me all the textbooks and told me to read them. Which I did in about a month. And had no problem in the 10th grade in Athens.
So anyway,while most kids already had their driver’s license going into the 10th grade, I didn’t even get my learner’s permit until October of that year.
So my asking a girl out would have gone like this.
“Mary, would you like to go to the Junior Prom with me? Oh, and by the way, can you drive?”
Nope, not going to happen!
Or even a worse scenario, having my parents drive us.
Nope, not that either. Haven’t done that since I was about 12.
So I never asked her out, but I did think about it. Partly because it seemed like a lot of guys were intimidated by her and she didn’t seem to date much. And in hindsight I wish I had asked her out.
Because when I made the mistake of looking her up this morning, I found she died at the age of 58 in 2006.
I won’t do that again.
Thought For The Day:
They say I will learn by my mistakes. If true I should now be a borderline genius.
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