Shake Em Down

I don’t like the way things are going, so it’s time to shake things up and then shake em on down.

I have become predictable. He has learned my ways. I am also too sweet, too kind, too generous, and way too nice. I neglect my own needs to take care of others. It is time to break my patterns, to act instead of react, and start by doing something unexpected.

Who knew belting a few songs out in the kitchen would be an excellent alternative stress reliever when you feel like slamming a few pots and pans?

Oh yeah, I sang my heart out with complete abandon, as if I were home alone or out doing something like cruising down a highway in a convertible with the top down (oh, do I miss that car) where no one else can hear me except God and maybe a few cows. I started with Janis Joplin’s Mercedes Benz, followed by hymns, and kept going. I had just finished singing an old favorite, Blues Traveler’s Run Around, when I noticed him standing in the doorway.

“What are you doing?”

“Cooking.”

The man had never heard me sing, at least not like that, as I’m very self-conscious of my singing voice. It’s lower than his and some songs come out a bit gritty. He’s told me that I sing in my sleep but I imagine that’s very soft, like when I sing to babies. This was full throttle at the stove.

Singing might have caught his attention, but I’m thinking it’s what I did next that opened his eyes. Or, what I did NOT do… being so predictable and all. He knows that when I cook, I always cook enough for both of us and I always, ALWAYS, ask if he would like me to make him a plate. For the first time ever, I didn’t even tell him that it was done.

Bit mean? No… he had his own pot of nasties simmering on the back burner.

Besides, he does not tell me when what he cooks is done… if he says anything at all, he says it AFTER he eats, like when he is walking to the sink with his dirty dishes. I won’t touch his leftovers as that hits me crooked. I’m not a dog. I don’t want his scraps.

LATER

Well, its true… actions do speak louder than words.

The man woke up the next morning and surprised me with ham and eggs. Yes, he cooked breakfast for both of us AND he brought me a plate. Then he thawed out one of his gorgeous steaks just for me. That totally blew my mind. The kicker came two days later, when he fried chicken for himself and he brought me a piece, saying something about how “it wouldn’t be right” not to share with me.

Oh yeah, he got the message. I’m still like wow… just when I think we are doomed, that we might not survive 2018, he shows me that he really does love me, that it’s not just words.

Is love enough?

I don’t know… it’s been one hell of a year and we are only into April. Jaded sisters think I should change the locks but I’m not ready to toss the babe out with the bath water, so to speak. Oh yeah, I’m not done. And I’m not done shaking things up either.

Woe Techno

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1.  Photo snapped by cell phone slightly crooked and cropped.

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2.  Image scanned via Microsoft Paint (200 res, -500 brightness as zero looks washed out)

My new HP computer came with a “basic” print driver installed for my HP printer.  I have spent countless hours trying to download and install the “full feature” print driver from the HP website.   It gets ye so far into the install process and pops up a message box that says “can’t find file” and I am pretty sure that the file it can’t find was supposed to be included in that download.  My printer is off warranty now so I cannot email technical support.  It will not let me.  They do have a “Smart Friend” support option at several price points.  I’m not paying $99 or even $14.95 (the cheapest option) to walk me through a bogus fix.  The printer is working fine… it is their software (or lack there of) that is screwed.   I tried popping the CD that came with the printer even though Windows 8.1 is not on the list of supported systems.  I was thinking that if I can install that first, then maybe it can be upgraded.  No luck.  The CD opens up to a box and a message to click INSTALL with only one problem:  there is no install button.  The only visible button is EXIT.  I downloaded and installed the HP Print Doctor, which directed me back to the download full feature driver website, so I tried to download it again using a different browser.  It is ridiculous!  What am I supposed to do?  Toss a perfectly good, less than two years old HP printer into a landfill and go buy a new one with an up to date print driver CD in the box?

Back to the Print Doctor, click, click.  Oh, what’s this?  A suggestion to use someone else’s software to access the scan function on my HP printer?  How lovely.  The example stated was Microsoft Paint.

Digital photography isn’t much of an option until I find (or buy a replacement) USB cord for my “less than ten years old but now so obsolete a pawn shop won’t take it” Minolta D7 because this new PC does NOT have a slot big enough for the camera’s SD memory card.  My sister suggested a way to wiggle around that.  She said photo machines might have a slot to fit my card.  If so, I can pay to have photos burnt onto a CD.

All this techno stuff is supposed to make everything easier, more user friendly and it is, until you hit a snag.  Trying to fix a simple problem is a major complication.

I miss the days when things were simple.  Take cars, they are all over-engineered and complicated now.  Anyone remember the straight six?  There was so much room under the hood, everything laid out kind of simple and easy to find, so even a “girl” like me could crawl in there with a Chilton’s book and do her own minor repairs.

Guess that makes me a straight six girl in a complicated techno world.  Thanks for reading.