Text-Enhance is advertising that attaches itself to a computer program. I've had it on this computer for a couple of years. It would activate whenever I cleared cookies and history. I would do a few fixes and it would disappear. Last week it turned up and I can not get rid of it.
What I figured out is you can't see what I'm talking about. It's not the words themselves but my browser that has this issue. For example, when I roll over Chrome browser I see a pop-up for a social media survey. Or Bleeding Gums gets me a pop-up for more information. Some you need to click on, which I don't, and others simply roll over with your cursor. In either case, at a minimum, I see a Text-Enhance advertisement.
Am I stressing out over this? Sort of. Will I spend more time on it? It's doubtful. It's a nuisance and a bother and I would like it gone. The one saving grace is you all can't see it, I hope.
Rebecca's husband Tim is the smartest computer person I know. One of the father-in-law perks is asking for free help, which I did. Tim sent me several things to try and rid my computer of this parasite. I'm sure one of them will be a fix. If not, I am going to throw this damned thing against the nearest concrete wall.
Six months ago my bi-annual docs appointment was rescheduled. The computers at the office crashed and they couldn't do business. It happens, things happen, I understand that. The issue was compounded by the thirty minute drive each way. But, like I said, things happen. With dependence on computers, you need computers working.
We never go to Costco in the afternoon. We did last Saturday. It's about ten miles from the house. Needing gas we pulled up to the pump just in time to be told, "The power is out." No gas, no shopping, no nothing. It happens, things happen, I understand that. With dependence on electricity you need it working.
I got to thinking about the old days. The neighborhood had a grocery store, a candy store, a tailor and a butcher shop. Those of you that are around my age know of what I write. The owner of the candy store kept his money under the counter, in a cigar box. No power? No computer? No problem.
Look, I'm not suggesting it was better back in the day. The pace was slower, the volume lower. Better? No...it was different. It's just that every so often I think about our dependence on so many things. It's the way things are, the way things need to be. I only hope I'm not around if and when something fails.
And now...for something even more depressing!
I have been addicted to apples for several years. Except when on vacations I eat an apple a day, every day. Half with my lunch and half as a nighttime snack. This has got nothing to do with "An apple a day keeps the doctor away." I simply like them.
The best apple I ever ate was a Michigan Honey Crisp. Apple season in Michigan is a beautiful time of year and the fruit is outstanding. I was back there in the fall of 2010. I would eat more but the cost here is ridiculous, almost $4 per pound. My go-to apple is the Fuji.
The last time we actually got to shop at Costco I bought a dozen Fuji's. They were just OK, and that got me thinking. Fall is apple season in Washington, where these were grown. The apples were packaged April 14, and I'm buying them in May. Grown in the fall? Where the Hell have they been for the last five months? Next time I decided to try something different.
With the World Wide Web at my fingertips I dove into the world of apples. The variety I researched was Pink Lady.
Perhaps more than any other, Pink Lady, epitomizes the trend towards apple product marketing and branding. It's pink skin and irregular shape denotes a firm, sweet fruit, with a hint of roses and elder-flower cordial. There also is an underlying tartness that tastes like mandarin oranges. This is a late season apples but it stores quite well.
Remember when an apple was a red delicious? Or, maybe a granny smith? Now buying apples is as complex as buying wine. I truly don't care about "a hint of roses." All I want is an apple that tastes good and doesn't have worm holes, or worse, worms.
With our dependence on technology are things better? We certainly have more choices, even if from fewer suppliers. Amazon alone sells everything a person would ever need. But, if things are better now, why do we talk about "The Good Old Days?" I think I know. It's because we were younger
The older I get, the more complex, and at times confusing, the outside world seems to be. So, were the old days better? Or, was it me?
Come back tomorrow for helpful hints around the house and ten things to get for Mother's Day.
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