Monday, 16 October 2017

Monday 16th October - Tech Trials and writing letters

He's had a week or so of it, fixing everyone's computer problems.

Now he's got my woes to see to as well...

I'm having a problem with with Gmail not letting me choose which address and name-label I want on emails in the address boxes. I have tried, and tried, to delete defunct addresses from whoever "It" is that auto-completes things when I enter an address when I am creating an email, but "It" won't let me. 

As I understand things, (and I may well be wrong) the fix will involve clearing out ALL the addresses that gmail has clung onto for yonks and yonks. He's printed out a multi-page set of instructions from google and is waiting for a long period of undisturbed time in which to have a go. And another go. And do whatever it takes to get it all sorted out. He's known for persistance in hunting down solutions to problems.

Hey ho. Computers. Pen and Ink was so much simpler.

But then, the last time I sent someone a card written with my fountain pen, the postman left it half in, half out, of the letterbox when he delivered it, and the message was entirely washed away by the rain before the recipient could read it. She said she enjoyed the picture on the front....  I use a biro now to write postcards.

And how about this Christmas card, postmarked December 2016, that came a couple of weeks ago?

Emails are more weatherproof, and tend not to take months to be delivered.

Here's something else that can't be sent by email. 

    Not sure if she could go parcel post either, come to think of it. (By the way, she didn't come via Amazon, just in case you were wondering)

Sunday, 15 October 2017

Sunday 15th October - Poem

I've just read this in "The Spectator", written by AnthonyThwaites

Lines on my 87th birthday

Trees that I thought were dead are green again
Suddenly, and so late, miraculously,
Not blighted with ash die-back. What I see
Surprises with a rush of happiness
As if it were not necessary to die
But always be open to capriciousness.

Sunday 15th November - Duvet Days

On Tuesday I had a day off. I got ready for work, made a packed lunch, loaded the teaching bag with stuff and so on, and.... phoned in sick. Not that I was Very Ill - just kind of overcome. It's this cough and cold - it had kept me awake in the night - and it has been dragging on. I thought through the schedule - five piano lessons at one school, three class lessons at another school, four piano lessons back at home, and came to the conclusion that this was just Not Going To Happen.

On Friday, Leo-the-upstairs-cat had a a duvet day. The washed and ready-to-be-put-away duvets are on the spare bed, protected from the cats (as we thought) by being covered with surplus coat hangers. Like this

How determined is that! I reckon we are going to have to buy a baby-sized duvet for her. She SO loves sleeping in a duvet nest if she gets the chance. Now the clean fresh duvet is all furry again - vacuum cleaner to the rescue. Perhaps we should have just got round to putting it away properly.

Today, it is now 11:15 am and I am still in my dressing gown. I did get up at about 8; I might have made it to the 9am church service, and I definitely could have made it to the 10:30 (but I prefer the early-straight-through-the-little-red-prayer-book service and the later-let's-all sing-lots-of-samey-songs service is all loud and modern and I am getting more and more old-fashioned as I grow older and enter my second childhood).

So here I am, still dressed for sleepiness, but the better for two croissants and two cups of Real Coffee. Just got time for a mid-morning nap before lunch.