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My Windows 10 had a nervous breakdown last week and it was impossible to use the email system. I come to my computer several times each day because I like to keep in touch with friends, write blogs, go to sites such as Fantastic Fiction and from there to the library site. But this new thing…no one in the family had the time to fix it, though our dear daughter tried. She got me a work-around, but I wasn’t up to using it correctly. 

At last I decided that I would take it to the shop. We do have a reliable business that we frequent, but hopefully not too frequently. The best thing that could happen was that the dear men there would know how to put everything back together perfectly and clean up all the mistakes I’d made and things I’d clicked on that I didn’t need and just make the whole thing work as it did when it was pristine and new and just set up to meet all my needs. I loved the thought of that.  

Bill took the cpu, in case you don’t know that’s the black box where all the real mischief goes on and he was going to the town where our heroes who could fix things lived. They said they would call when it was all over. I looked forward to it every day, but meanwhile I seemed to have more time to read and paint and to tend to the grass I’m growing for my cat Thea, who loves a bite of freshly cut wheat grass whenever she can get it. 

 I painted one side of our  cement brick mailbox stand because Bill had just installed a new mailbox and I had to put on a new lighthouse. Even though I had a little fall out into the street I was able to pick myself up and dust myself off, though there is a bit more work to do on it.  I’ll paint the other sides when I get a chance, please don’t let my computer go back to the shop to prompt me. 

After several phone calls which drove me to my stress gummies (really Rescue Pastilles which are all natural and WORK!) time finally came to go to the next town and pick up the computer. We got it, got home, and I crawled around on the floor trying to match all the plug-ins. Bill has had too many surgeries to be a floor crawler. Anyhow I got them all plugged in and went to town on the computer. But before I’d been at it five minutes, things began to show up that I wasn’t familiar with.  It was like a brand-new computer, but one that hadn’t been personalized for me. It wasn’t the shop’s fault. They are good at what they do, but it was just that things were different from what I had grown used to. That evening I was getting error messages galore. I decided to put the whole thing in God’s hands and go watch, “Out of Africa.” Lo and behold when I turned on the computer today all that mush was gone and my email at least was working fine. I’m writing this in email mode right now. Because I don’t know the ins and outs of using the writing program they left me with after my Office Suite left town. They do that when you remove everything. There was a SIMILAR program that would do most of the same things.  I wouldn’t have to bother with paying every month for something I had once owned. If you own yours you will not have to go to the new constraints as long as you don’t lose it. You own it.  

Well, I suppose after a year, I could probably get familiar with Open Office.  I’ve become familiar with two others and used lots of stress gummies and prayer along the way. It took YEARS! I don’t want to learn new programs, I want to write.

  But no, I’m just not going to be able to live with it. I got Pandora back, thank the good Lord, and lots of things are working well, but there are new kids on the block and they seem like horrid bugs. Now don’t get me wrong I like almost all kinds of bugs and once had my own private shelf full in empty plastic candy boxes. I think it will take a while until I can learn things properly. I hope I’ll still have time to give Thea her grass treats, paint a bit, read a lot.

But I’m definitely going to get the Office thingy back even if I have to fork out the dough to do it. Oh, and I can’t get the free Grammerly in Open Office either. You can probably tell. 

Thanks for hanging in there with me.

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

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