My desktop system contracted some sort of electronic indigestion a few days back. I screwed around with it for most of an afternoon, but when my Internet connection went belly-up I threw up
In the intervening time I got out my laptop, which is actually a transportable and serves as a desktop replacement, fired it up and discovered (the hard way) that a few keys on the keyboard no longer performed in their primary office. Okay... what next?
I got my Christmas present early, a notebook with enough horsepower to serve my modest needs very nicely and a keyboard I could live with. Merry Christmas! Except I can't get it to connect to my wireless router, and there isn't a hard wired network card in it. Damn, and double damn. So it's back to Stone, where the little weasel connects just fine. Okay, back home to fight network wireless router compatibility issues.
So time goes by, and now (today) Centenarian is doing a lot better, but that's still a real relative condition. Centenarian requires 24 hour care, and Main Lady can't manage on her own anymore; she hasn't got that kind of physical strength. Main Lady is looking at three options, in order of preference:
- Centenarian remains at Hospice until she wakes up on the wrong side of the lawn. The thing is, we don't know if Hospice will have her. She may be judged too well (or too lively) to stay at Hospice.
- Centenarian returns home and Main Lady hires nurses and such to help care for her. The trouble is that this is pricey and you have to hire and watch the nursing staff. Some are unbelievably good, others are mediocre and some will drug you and extract your gold fillings while you're passed out. Question: Have you ever met a con man you didn't like? Yeah, me neither.
- The last option is to find a nursing home for Centenarian, and to that end Main Lady went out and interviewed with a home nearby. Ten minutes into the interview Main Lady wondered just why some saintly person with a gun and a badge hadn't wandered in, arrested the entire staff and charged them with assault, abuse of the elderly, criminal behavior and resisting arrest. Main Lady envisions one or more large K9 officers actively and enthusiastically participating in the arrests, aided and abetted by Excellent Rachmaninoff, who has been known to have unfortunate incidents involving teeth in the past. I'm told the nursing home is a real remote idea. Remote, as in Los Angeles, California being somewhat remote (both geographically and philosophically) from Fort Pierre, South Dakota.
The good news today is that two out of three computer problems have been solved. My new notebook computer is now connected to my wireless router. Since the router is over five years old, the technology inside the notebook would rather ignore the router, as the owner would then be forced to go out an buy a new router. Connecting the two up wasn't easy, but it finally got finished. My regular desktop was too sick to be fixed, so the HD was wiped and Windoze reinstalled. It is now back up and running with a very empty looking desktop. No, there was no data lost. You see, yours truly has watched others who have been down that particular road several times, and having seen the disaster and learned how to prevent it, vowed never to have that particular disaster happen to me. And it hasn't. I back up my data on a real regular basis.
Now I have to go and walk Excellent Rachmaninoff.