I've been thinking of redesigning the blog. Spruce it up a little for the holiday's. It's chilly and raining and here I'm pictured sleeping outside. The blog should have a seasonal look. I would do it if I knew how.
Unfortunately for me the blog instructions are written in computer which is a language I don't understand. I know that every change I make would necessitate another. A move here, a change there, and soon I would have a mess. Decisions on typeface style, and color, and size, is enough to stagger me silly. My heading can be one color and my footer another. I'm not even sure what a footer is. If I add a link I have my choice of before and after colors. Not clicked could be red and clicked could be green. Maybe that should be the other way around. See, what did I tell you? It would be a mess. Better I leave it alone.
I have something I would like to accomplish. That is if you can count organizing thousands of baseball cards an accomplishment. They are in the closet, out of sight and out of mind. But every couple of days, and especially when I see them, I think about taking them on. I just don't know if I have the energy for it.
Wanda and I have the same mindset about 'stuff'. If something comes into the house then something should leave. We have two collections for lack of a better term. Over the years we've picked up pins and magnets during our travels. STOP IT, I know what you're thinking. The magnets are not all over the fridge but are displayed in our hall. The pins are in two shadowboxes.
The baseball cards aside, I can't think of anything else in the house that needs organizing. In under five minutes I could clear the garage enough to pull two cars inside. Now that's saying something. The house, garage, and yards are neat and tidy. But I still have a problem I think about every day, the computers.
We have a desk top with Windows XP. We have a lap top with Windows Vista and a travel computer with Windows 7. I'm not even going to start with the Samsung tablet Wanda uses. I may have mentioned this before, the tablet is our electronic etch-a-sketch and scrabble board.
Windows XP was used from 2001 to 2005. So, we have at least seven and at most eleven years of 'stuff' on one computer. We have three to six years on the lap top and two years on the 10".
We have pictures and recipes and artwork and programs everywhere. Honestly, if we lost everything I don't think we would suffer. However, it would be nice to delete the junk and save the worthwhile things. It would be nice to get all the files in one central location. I'm not sure how to do this but I have an idea.
I need a new computer with a ton of memory and an external hard drive. One at a time I download all the info from each computer to the hard drive. Then, also one at a time, I upload all the information to the new computer with the ton of memory. Now I have everything we have ever saved in one place. Now I can organize the files in the new computer. Ya, right, like that's going to happen.
My birthday is next month. I can't bitch about it too much, so is Wanda's. I know I should be taking the high road here. You know, the glass is half full, any day you wake up is a good one, getting old isn't fun but consider the alternatives. I should be thinking about how lucky I am that I have my health. Like I said, I really shouldn't complain. And I am grateful for what I have. But deep down, OK, maybe not so deep, I know why I'm feeling the need to get some things done. Everyday I put things off takes a day away from what I can't recover, and that's time.
How about a visit to She said, he heard.
She said, "It's a nice tin, I think I'll rinse it out."
He heard, It's a nice tin, I think I'll rent it out.
Like maybe we'll find someone who wants it for Uncle Ronald's ashes?
We were talking about the new theater in our area.
She said, "It's called the Maya Cinema."
He heard, It's called the Mayan Cinnamon.
About the election.
She said, "Why don't they just concede?"
He heard, Why don't they just get some tea.
About Younger Daughter Rebecca while shopping.
She said, "She's in between isles at Trader Joe's."
He heard, She's in denial at Trader Joe's.
This would make for an unpleasant shopping experience.
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