This morning I woke at 4 A.M. hurting, hot and my heart pounding from some bad dream that woke me. So I came to the place I always go…..my computer. It’s almost 7 A.M. now and I’m getting sleepy finally. So I came here to talk to myself; it’s about the only time I have to myself anymore. I used to smoke cigarettes (quit 22 years ago) and remember reading an article that said a lot of people smoke to have a reason to take a break from whatever they’re doing. At the time, I seriously thought about that comment and realized that that was me. Now instead of cigarettes I use the laptop to “take my breaks” from life, stress, reality or whatever.
My laptop tried to bite me yesterday. I came home from work and had a virus on it. Me, who preaches to others about their virus protection, had a Trojan on her computer. From the scan I saw that when the little bugger hit my PC I was on my way to work; not even home for gawd’s sake! But, as I always say, everything happens for a reason. I learned a very important lesson, or maybe more than one: computer infections can affect me. They can happen when I’m not even home or on the computer. And I needed better antiviral software! Hopefully I have remedied all that now. I’ll know when the deep scan I have running is over if I’ve recovered or if I have to reload this whole shebang. I hope it’s the former; the latter is not appealing at all.
On a happy note, my new iPad arrived yesterday so while my laptop was under the weather I had another toy to play with. I didn’t buy the “New iPad”. I probably should have but I’m cheap (not that my husband would think that). So I bought a refurbished iPad 2, the cheapest model there is but sufficient for what I’m using it for. I figure if I find I need more I’ll buy the more expensive model, but this should be just fine at least until I can get a refurbished “New iPad”, too. I figure I’d better save some bucks so I’ll be able to buy that $7000 sewing machine I want for retirement. That baby has everything and that’s what I want.
Sometimes I worry that I have no motivation anymore. I don’t do a lot of the things I used to do; at least I don’t find myself motivated to do the things I used to do. It seems like I once got a whole lot more accomplished. Now, I don’t feel like I DO as much but I’m a whole lot happier than I used to be. I think I have become a BE-er instead of a DO-er. Is that a part of aging, you think? Probably so. Younger folks kind of feel sorry for older folks because we can’t do all the things they do anymore, but they need not worry. We’re a whole lot happier than they are and worry a whole lot less than they do. It’s not a bad life just because it’s been washed a few more times and sometimes put away wet. At least it’s clean and shiny where it’s not frayed around the edges. It’s still living and that sure beats the alternative………..