The Bear
When I hauled myself out of bed this morning, after about five hours of sleep, I knew the day was going to be a bear. Actually it started last night when I couldn’t get links on the blog to work, when my Netscape bookmarks mysteriously disappeared, and my media player Bushed out on me.
I could have lived with that, but I was also fighting the battle of the browsers. In a perfect world, one in which the wicked Microsoft trolls didn’t screw around with the protocols for hypertext documents, I would have no problems. Stuff I view with IE would look exactly like what I see with Opera…my beloved browser of choice. It often doesn’t work out that way and I have to tinker. I hate that. I am not twenty years old. I did not grow up with a mouse in my hand. Well, anyway…
The day’s ursine growling began with the discovery that , dammit, we were out of coffee.
Then, attempts to renew my Norton Anti-virus Subscription doomed me to several long distance phone calls. Eventually that worked out, but let me make the following rueful observation: I have had more trouble trying to upgrade that program than I have ever had with virus attacks.
Want to move up? First you have to dig out every last piece of the old program. I found teeny little Norton bits-and-pieces buried in parts of my software I never knew I had. I was like a man who buys a perfectly nice house and then finds that the door in the basement leads to other basements and beyond that there be dragons.
So I sat down to an editing job. I have discovered something: Nothing seems less like a real conversation than the transcription of a conversation, rambling, disconnected, slightly alzheimery. I was without coffee. I kept falling face forward onto my keyboard.
I am now full of caffeine, my heart is racing, I will be up half the night. But I have survived.
Some days you eat the bear, some days the bear eats you.
