Frustrated Technically

 

The question seemed simple “Can I send a PDF file to my Kindle?” Of course my first course of action was to ask the great oracle that is Google. The first page of potential answers contained those comforting words “easy” and “simple”, that should have sent the klaxons of doom going off at ear splitting decibels.

Apparently it’s just three manageable steps. 1 make sure your email is added to the accepted list  in ‘manage devices & settings’ [done]   2 find your kindle’s email [done].  3 send email with attachment from your accepted email to your kindle email [done] …… Aaaaand ta-da, all done.

But it didn’t.

Of course, it didn’t, any “easy and simple” instructions aren’t.

Back to Google, read through another dozen articles all giving the same three instructions. Try them again, still no document appearing on kindle screen.  Scroll through the archive list on Amazon (all two hundred and twenty titles) incase it gets put there [nope].  Read through another few articles, consider an online chat to find out the all important vital fourth step that’s missing.  Turn over and sleep on it.

Next day, look for answers on Google again, find a little added extra some add to step 3 put ‘convert’ into email subject line.  Step 4 Check ‘Doc’s’ on archive lists on Amazon ‘Manage devices & settings”. Step 5 send from archive to required device.

Guess what………………………..It worked!!!

It’s not just me, Is its? Not because I’m getting older and technology is getting younger? 

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Mature Teenagers

It’s time to play the music……. It’s time to light the lights……..

BFF has arrived and plugged her phone in, rummaged to find her comfy stuff, made herself at home; groceries have been delivered to make tasty home cooked foods, the shipment of Coke Zero has been unloaded (she’s a Coke fiend, I’m a coffee one), this is our idea of a staycation…. Doors are locked, curtains may or may not be opened….. Pleasing ourselves, watch a movie or two, stitch and create, render some donkeys backlegless, laugh hysterically at something silly until our sides hurt…….it’s like being a teenager left at home. AWESOME

*insert happy big grinning smilie face here*

 

Autumn Earquinox

Let me see

• Leaky nose ….. check
• Crunchy sounds when chewing/yawning … check
• Dulled hearing in left ear … check
• Feeling chilled … check

Great!

My sinuses are adjusting to the autumnal temperature by clogging up.  I’m out of ear unclogging gunk and cannot reach the olive oil.  I have tiny tubes apparently so they get clogged easily, I’ve often thought that the stickiness of my secretions could out do the most effective of commercial glues. Maybe when I wash my hair in the morning the warm soapy water will swill things out.

 

UnMindFull

I’m not sure I can trust that last bit either…….

Tuesday is a case in point ….. I woke up thinking it was Thursday.  When chit chatting to BFF she remarked about something ‘a week tomorrow’ (meaning Wednesday) I remarked “Oh has it been moved to Thursday?” which would mean I thought that today was Wednesday, but my Sister is here for on a Wednesday never a Tuesday and she had not been here.  As the conversation continued and turned to the evenings culinary delights brain went ‘oh goodie fish fingers tonight’ which I have on Fridays and I knew I was having chicken curry because it was defrosting in the kitchen.  I give up!

A week tomorrow (Friday’s still follow Thursday’s, right? And today is still Thursday? Okay just checking) my BFF arrives for a couple of weeks. I haven’t finished the cot blanket nor untwizzelled the troll hat yarn.  I haven’t sorted additional groceries nor accumulated any good films (might have to do trawl through the charity shop). In truth I haven’t done much of anything. Although I have booked the carpet cleaner lady.  I’m fed up of feeling not myself, exhausted, energy less, heavy, weary and generally fatigued. It’s taken me all week to put this blog together.

*sniff-sniff* I know I’ve turned off the beef stew that’s been percolating on the hob, but now I am questioning whether I actually did!  I craved boiled eggs for lunch, so I must be ill. You see whenever as a child I was ill (be that with a cold, ear ache, stomach bug, chicken pox) my dear old Mum would stand beside my bed looking concerned saying “I don’t know what to make you for lunch, how about an egg (I groan), a boiled egg, (I groan), poached egg, (I shake my head), how about scrambled (I shake my head more) but fried won’t be nice for your tummy, I don’t know what to make” (how about toast, chicken soup in a mug) … I cannot face eggs when ill but usually ended up with a couple of boiled ones.  I had boiled eggs for lunch.

Now to get motivated into a book review, is “It was alright” descriptive enough, entice you to either read or avoid the title, thought not.

Brain is saying I need a pee, maybe that but is still working. 

 

It’s not going all too well

It’s the last day of August, I am sure just last week or maybe the week before I was compiling my previous blog post. It absolutely cannot be two months ago since strolling the Cutty deck!  Eek, I have utterly stalled but time has found that sixth gear and gone for it.

I try and be honest here, so I will review my to-do list……

• Complete two more blankets – project postponed by secret commission, equally on a go-slow.
• Unravel troll hat hair – I’ve done ‘some’ but no, it’s not done.
• Declutter & sort all three desk draws – not even thought to.
• Source office chair suppliers, arrange in-home test – emailed one, no reply, ignored the issue.
• Buy new microwave – not done.
• Source new fridge – not done.

Not exactly what one might call successful!  I’m not exactly sure how to re-ignite my energy and enthusiasm. There are other jobs on other lists that equally remain languid.  Most days my accomplishments are merely getting up, dressed, making food and that’s it.  I’ve not been reading as much as in the past.  My muscles and energy strengths are deteriorating, after dealing with the daily necessaries there is little in the reserve tank to channel into other joys.  Not how I want to be, it’s not giving a sense of contentment or achievement, nothing to give my days meaning and worth for myself (others will say otherwise). I is not a happy bunny, it crosses my mind that social media might be affecting me, seeing the achievements, triumphs, happiness of others etc but I know it’s a false look at life. 
In three weeks my BFF is coming to play stay, there are jobs for me to do while she’s here, for her to do for me and to be done by others while she is here. There will be chaos with laughter and some achievements, will this kickstart a renewed purpose……….no. Lol.

I am reaching the point where I no longer have my answers, and I don’t know where to go to find someone with answers, or even if there are answers.  Not how I am used to being, nor how I want to be.

I’ll try and make my next blog a bit more up and light and sooner rather than later.

 

Jumbled aLl up fEelinG

In general I’m a person of habit and routine to some degree but also flexible, but I didn’t realise how fragile my usual habits are, how easily things are disrupted and how difficult it can be to get back into the familiar.  I cannot exactly blame anything (like Wimbledon, the weather or such) it all comes down to my own will power, which has been on the wane for sometime.  

My haphazard sleeping has become more erratic, might be because I have not been reading or because I’m too hot or because I am not sufficiently mentally and physically tired; I’m unenthused at meal times, which might be because I’m tired of my often used recipes; I’m not fussed about staying in or going out, whether there are chores or errands to be done or not;  I have almost finished the current crochet project, but it’s been a concerted effort.

I am not really sure how to go about un-diss-ing my combobulation. 

Even this blog post, I started it Friday but cannot get into my creative flow.  *sigh*

Right, it is no good, I just have to, even if the outcome is not a solution, no point procrastinating any further. It’s got to be done. 

 

Game, Set & Housin Duck

It’s taken me two weeks to manage a whole two rows of crochet, and that only happened because of rain delay.  Yes, I am a fan of grass court tennis, Wimbledon especially, with all the various court coverage on the red button, I’ve been quite spoilt. Eight hours a day of no fake or over exaggerated news, no ridiculous dramas, no pathetic storylines, no repeated repeat repeated.  Watching the delight of Henri LeConte in the Senior Invitation Doubles; the heckling audience member pulled out by Kim Clijsters, put in a white skirt and shirt to comply with the dress code and face a couple of her smashing serves; the serious tension of the tie break fifth setters; the speed and reflexes of the doubles matches.  Having a guess at the Hawkeyes challenges, with my best comment ever “Out? That’s so far out its in a cab on its way home!”. The delayed meals as I avidly watch the next point, that Nadal/Muller game resulted in a late night sandwich. It has been wonderful, restful, occupying and different.

What am I going to do now?

Needless to say nothing on my various to-do lists has gotten done, except great-niece’s birthday present ordered, delivered and in hiding (sand/water play table). 

For all those football fanatics who are bemoaning the tennis interrupting schedules – now you know how the rest of us feel when that poxy game dictates schedules for endless weeks and weeks and months!!

 Right then, my last strawberry yoghurt awaits.  Just fifty-weeks to wait, well there is Queens before that and Roland Garos before that.