Is blogging time stretched out differently to ‘normal’ time? I ask this because I feel as if I’ve been away for weeks even though it’s been, well, several days at least.
As some of you know, I have had laptop issues for some time and last week, I made the jump to replace it with a new one.
It did not go smoothly (there’s a shocker for a Monday morning, ha!).
As much as I am grateful and delighted to at last have a nice new piece of kit – the right tool for the right job and all that, really does make all the difference doesn’t it? – the timing wasn’t good. Then again, is it ever?
This is because I am working on a memoir piece for submission to a competition, closing date this Friday, 30th January.
I spent most of last Monday working on it, fine tuning, editing, copying and pasting for hours before handing my old laptop over to the computer shop for the data transfer to the new one. I saved it on Dropbox and everything.
All my writing is on Word 2003, which I recently discovered is so ancient that Microsoft no longer offer support for it, so it was time to upgrade for that reason alone.
After a couple of days delay which set me back, I hoped to get straight to work as soon as I got my new laptop, panic by then rising, needing to get my piece finished with the deadline looming. That was my plan. Then back to blogging. Right.
For one thing, I had problems with my emails. (Intermittent still: I use BT Internet and Windows Live, can receive on both, but as of this morning, having problems sending. If anyone knows anything about this kind of thing, I would love your thoughts…)
The other problem was that my last saved version of my memoir piece seemed to have disappeared, so you can imagine how I felt about that. Having wasted too much time as it was, I realised that I had no option but to start over and go back to the previously saved version, re-writing it as best I could.
I tested the waters before writing too much, making sure that my changes would be saved. That’s when I got in an awful muddle, even worse than before. Nothing would save. I couldn’t understand it, and ended up with different versions floating about all over the place. I was utterly confused. And frustrated. Putting it mildly.
I expected some difficulties…to a point. I had spoken to the IT man about changing over from old Word to the new and I was not surprised when he said:
“Oh don’t worry, it’s easy, you’ll have no problems. But if you do, give me a call.”
I seem to remember my dentist telling me similar a few months ago: “This won’t hurt – much. But if it does, call me.”
Eventually I figured it out and of course, as with so many things in life, it comes down to the old adage: It’s easy when you know how. The problem is that it takes so long getting to the ‘know how‘ bit…
With so much time lost, I am, once again, woefully behind with blogging but I’m looking forward to catching up with you all, starting now! Thank you so much to those who poppped over last week and kept an eye on things here at the Summerhouse while I was away, leaving your lovely messages to greet me this fine Monday morning. I expect the kettle boiled dry, sorry about that, but I’ll make sure it’s full again for your next visit.
And what better way to kick off a fresh beginning of a new week than by joining in with my lovely friend Jude’s recently launched Bench Photo Challenge. It seems a few of us like to take photos of benches, right Jude? I’m just in time for January’s ‘Garden’ theme, phew!
I am fond of an old, wooden bench that I brought back with me from California. It used to sit on the porch at the front of our house. My children enjoyed flopping down on it with their friends, drinking cold lemonade, enjoying the cool relief of the shade against the stifling heat of summer. Sometimes I would sit there alone, sipping my cup of tea, drifting off in thought…
But today, my bench sits beneath an Acer tree in my back garden in England. Having been exposed to our harsher weather, more than a few of its wooden slats are unstable now, but I think it looks beautiful in all weathers…
These days, it is more likely that Sweet Robin likes to perch on it and admire the view…
…but all the while keeping an eye out for naughty Eddie who enjoys sitting in the sun even if in the middle of winter.
And don’t worry, Sweet Robin knows when Eddie is about, they’ve lived side by side for many years and all is calm in the garden. Long may it reign, in both garden and home.
Happy Monday, see you soon! x