I'm not sure what happened exactly, but methinks it has something to do with gates that are too small and soft? All I know is that I heard her cussing at the 'puter this morning saying something like: "Damn you Mr. Gates and your stupid Microsoft too!".
I think the problem that mom has is that the 'puter is smarter than she is. As a matter of fact, it does things at 3am like download new programs or updates, and IT tells HER how it's going to do things. Apparently, this doesn't sit well with the old lady, since she likes things JUST SO, and she gets really peeved when she has to hit too many buttons to read your blogs.
Now I know that I'm just a simple puppy, but I'm pretty sure that it's an Internet Explorer problem, and all I need to do is go uninstall the Version 8 that came with the Vista program, and all will be well in the kingdom again. I'll also need to send a quick note to Mr. Gates to let him know that he should definitely think about bringing me on as a consultant. I seem to have a knack for getting my mom off the ledge when it comes to this machine, so I suppose I could be useful when it comes to helping other distraught spinster computer users.
Mom has done a little stitching on her bargello project:
My favorite thing in this picture isn't the stitching, actually. It's the little pin cushion that my Aunt Chrissy brought over to mom yesterday. Mom had a little flu thing going on and Aunt Chrissy stopped over after work to surprise us with a visit and this little gift. Isn't it wonderful? I just love that fabric (I'm nuts for paisley, after all), and I think the beads give it real pizzazz. I've given it my seal of approval and have promised repeatedly not to pee on it, so Mom feels comfortable leaving it on her TeeVee tray for both of us to enjoy.
I've got a busy day planned. The neighbor's sprinklers are going off at the moment, so I'm going to beg Mom to let me out so that I can run through the wet grass. Then I think I'll take a look at the garden to see how my cabbages are doing, and I might even have a snack at the bird feeder with the ducks. Beatrice and Eugene have been joined recently by their brother-in-law Hank, so I don't have to feel like a third wheel all the time.
Then I think I'll come in and take a snooze in the sun, pee on a few furniture legs, and call it a day. If Aunt Chrissy comes over I'll beg her to play ball with me, since she seems to understand my sensibilities and doesn't take any crap when I don't feel like returning the ball directly to her. (Mom gets pouty and then throws a tantrum, but Aunt Chrissy basically tells me that if I don't give her the #*$&@^ ball then she isn't going to play with me anymore. No guilt. Just common sense. I love that about her.)
That's it from here, kids. I'll keep you updated as to my mom's status under the bed. She does look rather comfortable under there, so maybe I'll just slide her a little snack and a diet Coke and enjoy the quiet for a few hours!
Your friend Stewey