Technology has taken over Hick's unofficial pastime of trying to kill me. Four updates in three days. I'm pretty sure it's government spyware courtesy of Bill Gates, but that's just my ECP (Extra Conspiracy Perception).
The last update was Wednesday night. You know, that little yellow dot that says your system needs to update and restart. No getting around that, though I do have some updates turned off. Anyhoo... Thursday morning, I could not get the top line of BLOGGER to come up on my blogs. The part with SIGN IN. I could read a couple of BLOGGER blogs. But then everything BLOGGER went on the fritz. The screen saying the site could not be accessed came up for every BLOGGER blog, and even blogger.com. Yet I had an internet connection, and could visit other sites.
I did a system restore to the time before those updates. It didn't work. I had Hick tromp down to the basement and reset the DISH thingy and the WiFi. It didn't work. And I'll be danged if there wasn't ANOTHER yellow dot that came up saying my system needed to update and restart. Somehow, an hour of that did the trick. So at 6:30 p.m., I was finally able to access my very own blog, and that of others.
It could have been worse...
I was quite angsty on my errand day. That lack of BLOGGER hanging over my head as I gassed up T-Hoe, went to the bank, grocery-shopped, and went in the post office.
At the bank, I discovered by driving through that the drive-thru was still closed. I looped around through the alley to get to the parking lot in front. Pulled into the handicap space, placard swinging, and saw in my mirror that TWO cars had just parked. OH NO! I sure don't want to stand in line in the lobby. Last time I hurt my upper ample-rumpus area. I still get a sharp shooting pain there.
I slid out of T-Hoe, and started hobbling as fast as I could towards the door. That handicap space is at the far end of the building. Lucky for me, they have a long concrete ramp, with a handrail. So I was gimping along grasping that handrail like I was in the gimp Olympics. No hate. I can use that word, you know, because I AM one.
Anyhoo... I stepped into the lobby and was greeted by two tellers. The one on the left said she could help me. Just like honoring a car salesman who greets you first, I took the extra steps to go to her slot. Two women came through the door right behind me. The other teller took one of them, while the other waited halfway between us.
"Oh, you brought a crowd!" said My Teller, a congenial mousy-haired gal with Dorothy Michaels (Dustin Hoffman as Tootsie) glasses.
"Believe me, I saw two cars pull in and I ran as fast as I could to get in here first!"
"Don't do that again! We don't need a line!"
Waiter said, "I would have used the drive-thru if it was open! Last time I was here was when we had all that rain and the flooding, and I said, 'Nope. I'm not getting wet. I'll come back another time.' Is that permanent?"
"No. It's only until we can get more people to work here. During all that rain, our internet went down. We had to do everything by hand, including the count at the end of the day. Which is fine. But I live in Historic River Town. That's a 45-minute drive. I didn't get home until after 7:30."
Well. That's terrible for her. I stifled my urge to tell her that at least she wasn't trapped at home by water over the bridge. Or she might have had her own blog post.
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