Frustration mounts as I wait impatiently for the repair of my computer. After four weeks it is getting to be a ritual where I call my service provider and am told there is yet another delay. This time it's a different problem. The technician who works on this compliicated repair - replacement of video screen - cannot drive to workplace due to back problems but is willing to do the job at home. This means said laptop must be transported several kms to his abode and, eventually, repaired item must be picked up and returned to head office. All very reasonable but does nothing for my temperament. This borrowed unit on which I write, an ancient Performa, has saved my sanity allowing me to check messages and reply to urgent ones. All current projects, however, are inaccessible and therefore on hold.
The upside of this episode is that I have cleared a five-drawer filing cabinet of extraneous material gathered over the past 40 years or so. A trip down memory lane while doing this has given me several ideas for my web site as well as this blog.
Stay tuned.

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Some people may think it is a bit late in life at my age to start something new, especially a plunge into the murky waters of technology.
BUT, here's me starting a Blog to burble about anything I wish and, ask or not for comments from people who read this.
Spam is a problem with most of us on line and this Blog has a special way of determining whether or not the commentor is a robot or a real person. Hence, when I I have learned enough to do so, I will allow others to jump in the pool here with feedback.
Which brings me to my newest endeavour at the 'Y'. Last week a few others and I plunged into a new program called Joints In Motion. Half an hour of special exercises gearged to those of us trying to ignore the arthritis in our sometimes reluctantly moving parts. Not all are seniors as many know and Diane led us through the most gentle movements you can imagine. Several of us are hoping that the session will be expanded to at least twice a week. After a couple of times at half a session of Aquafit, my asthma has sent me to the showers.
I said 'hello' to Dennis at the desk who did not recognize me without the blood all over my face. I thanked him in person this time for caring for me and staying with me at the curb outside the 'Y' where I fell more than a year ago. He held my hand and comforted me as I remember yelling at the pain on regaining consciousness. My glasses had smashed along with my nose so I could not see him clearly but the kind soul did not leave my side until I was loaded into the ambulance. Next it was a ride to the emergency department of Owen Sound hospital where I met many more caring individuals until I was released in care of daughter Tracy next day. It was some weeks before my 'coon' face stopped startling the shopkeepers.
One can be thankful for many things not the least of which are those we meet on the road of life.

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