In my part of the world we say you are a fool if your passion for a pursuit overcomes all practical sense. I am a stitching fool, and I stitch foolishness.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Mutter, mutter, grumble, grumble

This has not been a good week for technology around this house.

Monday night our internet access went in and out. Normally we can unplug the box thingie (technical term), plug it back in, wait a minute, and it reboots itself and all is well. Not so much on Monday. I argued with it and fussed about it and Dearly Beloved talked to our "service provider" twice. It finally started working, just in time for a thunderstorm to move in and knock our power off.

At that point, I had had three hours of prime stitching time sucked away dealing with trying to get online so I could download the finishing directions for Rhapsody in Blue.

Tuesday the internet was working and I was able to print out the Rhapsody directions but our landline went out. Yes, we are old farts traditionalists who feel that it's a good idea to have a back-up phone system in case of emergency (or the cell phone completely dies).  The lovely folks who provide phone service have said it will be fixed no later than March 27th.  Seriously.  What if we were decrepit old souls who only had a landline to reach the greater world?

Wednesday I went to work and tried to sign on to my work computer.  The little twirly thing (another technical term) just spun and spun and spun. I could have used that hour to sleep. Instead I dusted my desk and looked at the piles of things that needed to be done. And, yes, I did try to reboot. It was a system-wide situation, which they explained on the intranet page, which of course we couldn't access because we couldn't sign onto our work computers.

And then we come to today. My camera is not talking to this computer. We invested in a new laptop since the old one periodically goes dark. However, the camera and the old computer like each other and communicate very nicely. Tonight I thought I would  post a picture or two of what I've been up to this week and start using the new computer for everything. It isn't happening. What we have is a failure to communicate. And I am tired of dealing with it. I am signing up for an Apple class and taking the camera to school.  Meanwhile, the old laptop is groaning and the screen hasn't lit up yet, so there will be no pictures posted tonight.

Originally I was going to put Rhapsody in Blue together this week-end. This would require using the sewing machine. I have a new one. I haven't used it yet. (It intimidates me just a wee bit.) I think this may not be a good week-end, given the way the week has gone, to deal with learning another piece of technology.

I have decided that the safest thing to do is to dive back into the 17th century. I have band samplers calling my name.


7 comments:

  1. What a lot of trouble! I think going back in time sounds like a lovely idea!

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  2. We all have weeks like this!

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  3. Much better to step away from the computers and to pick up your needle!

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  4. Since cell phone signals are so faint here, we use the traditional land line phones. We also have frequent power outages and the ones that plug in the wall work fine then. The wireless ones won't work without electricity. So we use the traditional phones while watching TV programs and movies on our computers. We are a mix of old and new here, but what works--works!

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  5. Oh my! Good choice for this weekend then. ;)
    You sound like me with technology.

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  6. Sounds like you are experiencing the techo-gremlins we fought a few months back...they are pesky little critters, that's for sure! Hope you are able to get everything resolved soon.

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  7. As one who just connected her "new" rebuilt modem after 4 days of dial-up, I sympathize with your hell-week of technology. I estimate that I spent 4 1/2 hours of stitching time this week on the telephone with techies who definitely don't speak my language. And might I add that one gentleman certainly doesn't know me well enough to suggest that I insert the end of a paperclip so I can access the reset button--for 25 seconds, no less, but also while holding a cordless telephone. They are lucky there are oceans between us!!

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