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SunshineThe sun is shining in my office this morning while it’s foggy outside. Both computers are up and running at normal speed. So far, they are obeying my commands. While I slept, trusty Sherlock Holmes, wearing a Norton badge, hunted down the nasties and obliterated them. All is well, for now. click here to continueNovember, 09th, 2004 FrustrationAfter a day of housecleaning and grocery shopping, I tackled whatever is ailing my computer. Some worm or virus is creating havoc, I fear. I have updated everything but the updates and am running my anti-virus program again. There’s an old saying that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. Not enough knowledge is a frustrating… click here to continue November, 08th, 2004 Follow the Bouncing SquirrelEvery time I see a squirrel these days, it is running faster than before. These cold, foggy mornings promise winter is lurking. My winter projects are calling also. The important ones don’t involve the verbs: clean, dust, scrub or vacuum. The Rubbermaid tub of family letters wants my attention. I need to sort and arrange them… click here to continue November, 08th, 2004 And Now For a Crass CommercialThis was written yesterday, because today is “Clean the Office” day and, if I sit down and start writing, I won’t even see all the clutter around me. The holidays are coming! Thanksgiving is nearly here, and Christmas is just around the corner. Will you or someone you know be celebrating alone? November, 07th, 2004 FogForget little cat feet. Fog hovers over the horizon in all directions this morning like a giant shroud. The sun is beginning to burn its way through, much as my brain is attempting to slice through the foggy congestion in my head. The sun is doing better than my brain. For several hours I’ve been struggling with the… click here to continue November, 06th, 2004 Friday BlahsThere is something about a head cold that feels so lousy you become convinced that every day is three days long and the week or two it takes to get over it is like a year. Today I’m in such a mode. With all the usual disgusting symptoms, I’m trying not to pass it around. November, 05th, 2004 That Old HouseAfter I attended the awards ceremony for Multnomah County employees with five or more years service, I drove through Southeast Portland to I-205. I stopped by a house where my parents had lived years ago. The last time I was there, it looked like a drug house with overgrown grass and trees. The front door was inaccessible because of the… click here to continue November, 04th, 2004 |