For a couple of weeks now, I have been having issues with my Mac Book Pro........and it has been very disturbing.
I am in LOVE with this laptop, and I've had it almost two years now.
So to suddenly have it be uncooperative, slow, and troublesome, was upsetting.
I have enough things in my life that are annoying, and I count on a calm experience when I sit down to blog, or work on my web site, or whatever.
So the other day, I called APPLE. I had to pay $19 for their advice. The girl I talked to was very nice, and clueless. After a wasted hour, I was no further ahead.
Finally, just a while ago, I called my son in law. He immediately said, "well, I noticed that you were using Safari."
OK. "You should download Firefox, and FORGET Safari. It has issues."
So I promptly downloaded that little red fox, and then went to every web page that would not open for me with Safari, and yup, you guessed it, they all load immediately, and it is FIXED.
Don't ya love it when things come together, even more so when they have dogged you for a while???
Thank you, A.
At recent shower with my 3 daughters and adopted daughter: from left, Holly, ME( first picture post brain surgery) Johanna, Morgan, Brooke, and my mom.
I still look a little pale, but upright, and that's a good thing.
I am grateful for that.
It was a beautiful day today. Not too warm, not too cold, sunny. There was a golden hue over everything.
My headache has diminished with Flexeril, massage, more rest, more acceptance.
Just when you thought you had that 'acceptance' thing whipped, you find out that more is required.
Can I just tell you, that when my headache is only a THREE, I am happy to be alive.
I'm blessed, I tell ya.
Roy, not so much.
It's bath time.
But as pained as he looks, he was totally cooperative. I wouldn't have expected less.
But once dried, he snuggled down into 'one' of his fave spots.
He does look a little disgusted.
And since DH gave him the bath, and used the body wash he found on the edge of the tub, now Roy smells like my mother.
Life is so unfair sometimes.
While I am convinced that I cannot weave much yet, nor can I do anything that requires me to bend my head forward for any length of time, I can still KNIT.
And it is appreciated, which makes it all the better.
Strangely enough, and I can hardly believe it myself, I am ok with that premise.
I am here. I am functional, still for the most part together.
Life has never been more precious.