Tired eyes

(Bales of hay at sunset.  Photo © 2006-2009 by Robin)


My computer is alive.

But not necessarily well.  The main problem, the one which caused the computer to forget I have a c: drive (the main hard drive), turned out to be a loose wire.  Or something of that nature.  M tried a variety of things before he physically removed the main hard drive and the back-up hard drive, and then replaced them one by one.  The problem that turned out the lights so to speak has been resolved.

There are other problems that are yet to be resolved.  Problems that have been going on for about a month now.  Problems that require time and attention.  So, okay.  You got my attention, computer.  I’m working on it.  But seriously, dude, I need a break.

My poor, hard-working computer is in need of a thorough rehaul and that means I have to make sure I have everything I want to keep backed up.  I regularly do that sort of thing with my photos.  I don’t regularly do that sort of thing with other stuff.  With two back-up hard drives filled to capacity, I have to weed things out.  Or find another means of backing up my schtuff.

That has led to me spending the day going through the ridiculous number of photos I’ve taken since the gift of the digital camera.  It’s hard.  I find myself having some attachment to even the really bad photos.  That’s especially true when it comes to photos of my granddaughter, the Exquisite E.  Just imagine what’s going to happen when my new granddaughter arrives in May.  (She will be known as the Magnificent M, in case you want to know.)

It’s kind of cool, going through all those photos.  Seeing time, seeing change.  If I wasn’t so tired I would tell you about all the things I’ve observed over the course of the past 3-4 years.  Well, maybe not.  That might require a novel-sized blog post and who wants to read a novel-sized blog-post?  Most people want to wiz on by as fast as they can because these days we have lots to do and no time to do it all.

Computers.  The time-saving devices of the future have failed all expectations of the past.  My computer isn’t one bit time-saving.  I don’t know about your computer but mine has become the time-stealing device of my life.  That’s one of the reasons I resist the invitations to other time-thieves.  I’ve had numerous invitations to FaceBook and LinkedIn.  I am not going to link to them.  Find them on your own if you’re not already aware of them and their place in cyberspace.  They don’t need me to advertise for them.

For now, I refuse to be drawn further into the time-stealing of the internet.  It’s enough to keep up with two blogs that I often want to merge into one but haven’t found a way to do so and maintain the integrity and purpose of both.  It’s enough to try to keep up with email.  (Those of you who know me, know that I’m horrible about email no matter how many resolutions I make to improve.)

I’m trying to find ways to scale back, to spend less time with this thief of time.  Thank you to those of you who have issued the invitations to FaceBook and LinkedIn and other social networking sites, but I will have to respectfully decline for now.  Unless, you know, you want to hire someone to take care of some of my other responsibilities in life, thereby freeing me up…

Never mind.  Those other responsibilities in life ARE life.  I may not always appreciate them as such, but it’s true.  As the Zen saying goes:

Before enlightenment: Chop wood, haul water.
After enlightenment: Chop wood, haul water.

2 Comments on “Tired eyes”

  1. krebiz says:

    Dude. I like this photo. And the use of “dude” tickles me.

  2. Erik and Jen says:

    Hey, congrats!!!! We did not know that you are welcoming another Grandbaby in to your lives. How wonderful for you all. I know I owe you an email and perhaps after I send it you can send me an email back with wedding and baby specifics 🙂 Thank you for being a window in to our past OH lives, your blog is such a blessing for so many reasons. XO to you and M.

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