The not so stray cats were not happy with me this morning.
When I got up this morning it was raining. I didn’t see any of the cats out back and I wasn’t going to put anything out while it was raining and they were tucked away somewhere out of the rain. Since I wasn’t feeding them, I came in here and began working on my morning post. Which was interrupted by mom’s call and then mom’s call was interrupted by a call from my son. Those still concern me due to the fact he doesn’t call for no reason. And this was no different. He needed a favor, he needed caffeine. So good mom that I am, I got dressed and headed out to the rescue. Upon returning, before I sat down and got back focused on my writing, I fed the not so stray cats. There is one kitten that is more fearless than the rest and will head straight for the food. Once it gets to eating, I can stand there and pet it all I want. By the time it was said and done this morning I had managed to pet three of the kittens and almost one of the adult.
Even though my train of thought had been completely derailed and rerouted, I managed to get my blog completed and published. It does frustrate me somewhat when I’m writing and get interrupted. Ideas and thoughts, and earth shattering words of great importance get lost. Okay, maybe not quite that good but still, good ideas are a terrible thing to waste. Besides, when those thought bubbles pop, they make such a mess.
Mom needed to go to the bank today and I had promised to drive her over. She always asks if I need to go because she doesn’t want me doing anything just for her. So I rolled ten dollars worth of pennies to deposit. Yep, I have to go mom, I have a deposit. On the way we pass this once upon a time pharmacy turned into a used car lot. They have several Wrangler Jeeps for sale. Mom has to point them out as if I didn’t see them. The only way I’m going to own a Wrangler is if someone gives it to me and we all know that isn’t happening. But I don’t say that out loud, I just give her a noncommittal, “yep”. It was pretty much in and out at the bank and on our way home again. She had that few minutes out and away from the house and got that errand run.
I sat here after that, and did some research on the process of upgrading my blog. At least I tried to do research. I found the videos somewhat annoying. But the ones I sort of watched were mostly for starting up a new site, not upgrading. Then I accidentally found an entire menu of articles that were very interesting and would most likely help. I got the one read on the donation button and the what and how. Then, when I went to read something else on the list, I managed to close out that tab and now I can’t find that list. I have no idea why I always seem to make things harder than they should be. My son has just taken to looking at me pityingly and with a shake of his head tell me that technology just hates me. Then, instead of sitting down and helping me, he walks away to leave me to my battles. Which is actually probably a good thing as when I do figure it out, I will remember it better. At least that’s the way its supposed to work, right. Right?
Once upon a time I remember listening to this conversation. They were discussing Heaven and what they thought Heaven would be like. The one I remember best said that they thought Heaven would be where we were able to do all the things that we love the most here. If you like to fish, you get to fish, climb mountains, you climb mountains, you like to sit on the bank of a river and watch the water flow by… I thought that sounded perfect.
That would mean that my idea of hell would be sitting at a desk dealing with a cantankerous computer that refused to do anything I wanted and did it slooooooooooooowly. And there wouldn’t be any chocolate or coffee, or there would be, but they would be just out of reach.
For now though, as the night winds down, I do believe I’m going to see if I have any hot cocoa and sit here and enjoy the sounds of the night drifting in the open windows. Today was a beautiful day, the temperature perfect, which means the night breeze is cooler than usual. I may not be technologically minded or talented, but I do know the sounds of peace and the feeling of contentment.
Words from The Dirt Road 
I want to be an owner of a Jeep as well, but I know it’s not happening.
O do own a Jeep Compass, but its a responsible persons vehicle. You can’t take the top or doors off, it would look really odd if you put a lift in or big tires on the thing. Ya know, the fun stuff that you can do with a Wrangler..but, I do like my Compass so there is that.
I think I have discovered that computer you fear. Sometimes I have a computer that runs super slowly.
I’ve had cashiers in the stores apologize when the computer on the register runs slow. I just smile and shrug and tell them its probably related to mine and I’m used to that so no big deal. Thankfully my son is my in house geek squad for real issues. He just won’t help me do things like creating my wordpress site or the upgrade. Creating the blog was easy because I just wanted a blog no bells no whistles. Upgrading is headed toward adding the bells and whistles I have avoided..so he steps back with an audible nope, you’re on your own.
Did you look at your browser history? The closed page or tab may still be in there.
I’ll be honest in that I didn’t think of that. Remember, I always do things the hard way, I won’t lie there..but I did manage to find it again after I got that cup of hot cocoa and gave in and let Molly back inside with Bella. I think I had calmed down from the frustration with myself and could calmly scroll through then.
Computers can be a pain in the ass, it takes time to figure them out.
Yeah, I guess though it kind of helps if you actually want to figure them out. I guess that as long as my son is close enough to help, I don’t have sufficient want to yet.
I wish I could help you, Rebecca but the drive is a bit far, eh!
Its fine. I’ll figure it out or I won’t. Part of the issue is I have this mental image of the donation button being on the same lines as that standing on the corner with the cardboard sign. Just a little more respectful.
I see those on a few blogs, not too often.
I see them, I guess because of my hopes, I saw one today that was asking, but said that since they had set it up hadn’t received any money…
Not many folks will part with money on blogs in my view, sorry.
No. I’ve actually known that and pretty well accepted it, just kind of dreaming I guess..
Sorry, I didn’t mean to be mean…
Oh no, I didn’t see it as being mean. Just realistic.
OK. 😬
shrug…I’ll figure something out.
You demonstrated the very method that caused me to learn to bookmark results before clicking through!!
If you can remember a specific unique phrase you might find it again!
I had 2 long missing stray cats appear tonight. And one giant raccoon.
I actually was frustrated enough with myself that I went back and tried again and after a few false journeys found what I was looking for. Surprise! and, the minute I found it, I did just that and bookmarked the page. immediately. Happy about the cats, the raccoon, those are interesting and fun to watch critters, but can have such an attitude I prefer to keep them at a distance.
I yell at the raccoons to leave. It was at my front door, looking for outdoor cat food.
I haven’t –seen–a racoon since the not so strays stood their ground and ran that one off. They are smart, they make sure that they consume every bite of food out there so as not to draw any unwanted company.
I have similar computer issues so now I keep a notepad next to it and write names, websites etc so I can find things again. Also browsing history is worth checking for anything lost.
I actually found it. I was so frustrated at myself that I went back and looked again. Not even sure of exactly what I was looking for since I just happened to accidentally come across it. The notepad is a good idea. I could write down more information than simple hints on a scratch piece of paper that has me looking at it later like, What the heck is this???
Have you tried looking in your history settings? I don’t like being interrupted either when I write. That’s why during my downtime at work, I don’t even bother. My only real down time is my days off.
My son does keep a check on stuff like that for me. He knows that is better than something actually happening and him having to do a major repair. I am getting better though I discovered a possible issue myself and took care of it but it didn’t involve going very deep into the workings.
My mother is my biggest interrupter right now and I’m not about to say anything to her as I’m thankful she and dad are still with us. I’ll keep working around the interruptions and do my best to stay at least close to the direction I was headed.
Sometimes distractions are a good thing.
I agree.