was exhausted. My head was ready to explode from all the new information that had been learned. Thankfully Hilary kept notes for me during my education, so when they both left I was fairly confident that I could do this. I was very proud of myself in fact.
Yesterday early morning, I sat down with the new lap top and began to practice. I was doing pretty well until; a little box popped up and said my password was not usable. God, what had I done in the space of five minutes to screw everything up so quickly.
I re read all of the notes and began again.
Now the one thing I learned right off the bat is that the “mouse” on one of these new fangled things is uber sensitive. If you touch it accidentally, or touch it in a way it doesn’t like, well, it just takes on a life of its own.
But I stayed at it. I put my ADD aside, and hunkered down, keeping a close watch on the keyboard and the mouse to make sure I was touching the device in a way it liked. I got totally caught up, and was so intent on what I was doing that I didn’t even look at the screen…
Then I did, and got so frightened I almost screamed. There on the screen was ME! The whole area covered with my face grimacing back at me from the intent of trying to use the mouse. I don’t know what I did, or what I touched, but somehow I had managed to videotape myself on the computer.
Now for sweet young things who always look good, this is probably not a problem, but when you get to my age, and it’s 6:00a.m., and you are wearing your ten year old pjs, and haven’t combed your hair, or even finished brewing your morning coffee, you just have to trust me, that my face, that hour of the day, is not something I want to share with the world.
So, until I can figure out what it was that I did wrong, that gave the universe a glimpse of my Not Ready for Prime Time Punim, I am holding off practicing with the lap top, and am using the fact that it won’t acknowledge my new password as my excuse.
Yesterday early morning, I sat down with the new lap top and began to practice. I was doing pretty well until; a little box popped up and said my password was not usable. God, what had I done in the space of five minutes to screw everything up so quickly.
I re read all of the notes and began again.
Now the one thing I learned right off the bat is that the “mouse” on one of these new fangled things is uber sensitive. If you touch it accidentally, or touch it in a way it doesn’t like, well, it just takes on a life of its own.
But I stayed at it. I put my ADD aside, and hunkered down, keeping a close watch on the keyboard and the mouse to make sure I was touching the device in a way it liked. I got totally caught up, and was so intent on what I was doing that I didn’t even look at the screen…
Then I did, and got so frightened I almost screamed. There on the screen was ME! The whole area covered with my face grimacing back at me from the intent of trying to use the mouse. I don’t know what I did, or what I touched, but somehow I had managed to videotape myself on the computer.
Now for sweet young things who always look good, this is probably not a problem, but when you get to my age, and it’s 6:00a.m., and you are wearing your ten year old pjs, and haven’t combed your hair, or even finished brewing your morning coffee, you just have to trust me, that my face, that hour of the day, is not something I want to share with the world.
So, until I can figure out what it was that I did wrong, that gave the universe a glimpse of my Not Ready for Prime Time Punim, I am holding off practicing with the lap top, and am using the fact that it won’t acknowledge my new password as my excuse.
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