It's amazing how much time I can waste spend fooling with a computer.  Hours and hours and hours.  Sometimes with not a whole lot to show for it apart from a moment of confusion when I finally look around, noticing that the afternoon sun has long since skidded its way through the evening hours and bolted westward to greener pastures, leaving me in the dark.

I am generally not one who is what you might call technically inclined (witness this low-tech webpage, which I hope will go high-tech some day soon).  Not that I don't have some aptitude for the higher-tech side of existence.  I do.  It just takes more concentration and help from outside sources than I need with some other areas of life.  Often, when I see technical prose, my little brain seems to want to go right to sleep.  Or to immediately focus on something friendlier, something with entertaining pictures and maybe music.  If some patient person is willing to give me some time, field a lot of questions and repeat certain things more than once, I can pick my way through the technical minefield and learn.  And perform pretty decently when the smoke clears, even reach the point of it becoming more or less second nature.  I tend to learn more easily with visuals (pretty pictures!) than I do with text.  Repetition in hands-on fashion works, too -- that kinesthetic thing.  Then I have to keep doing it, at least once in a while, or I can forget, silly human that I am.  Unless I've done whatever it is so many times that it's become tattooed on my neurons.  Not a problem in that case.

So for me to stumble my way through getting a ‘puter set up, mess around with a lot of the elements one can mess around with, gradually figure out why some things aren't working the way they should and wind up at some point with bells and whistles ringing and hooting away -- this is not a small deal.  At least to me.  You may feel differently.

So that's occupied a lot of my waking hours these last 2-3 days.  And while I was busy with that, the weekend slipped sneakily by, Monday morning showed up, and with it construction noise (after four wonderful days without).  Not that it's been nightmarish -- it's just gives the day a different feel.  Real different.  One thing it means is I can't open the windows to enjoy the early summer air ‘cause that just makes the machinery noise that much louder and tends to result in in-house accumulations of breeze-borne construction dust to boot.  (How's that for a deal?)

Right.  So.  Spanish classes re-commence tonight.  Like a good student, I didn't even look vaguely in the direction of my notebooks, much less open one, during the course of the four-day weekend.  Until about fifteen minutes ago.  So this evening's session may be packed with thrills ‘n' excitement as I try to remember what the f*#@! we were doing last Wednesday.  The sheet of homework exercises -- yet another drill on the imperative verb forms (and you should count your blessings that you don't have to mess with complicated verb forms when you tell someone to do something in English -- you just point your finger (or whatever you happen to use when you point imperiously) and say, "Do that!" – simple, direct and, depending on who you're ordering around, fun) -- is an exact duplicate of the homework our professor, Jesús, gave us last Monday night.  Someone wasn't paying attention when he handed out the weekend torture at the end of Wednesday's class.

Right, I'll stop before I put us both to sleep.  But before I go, I shall inflict the following on you:

Yet another list of recent genuine searches conducted through Google or other engines which have brought people to this web page:

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