I’m late getting my post written today. I was attempting to transfer all my photos from the old laptop to the new laptop and ran into problems.
It’s taken me hours and hours and finally calling Cox Tech Support to straighten the problem out.
I should have done that from the get-go and not gotten myself into such a dither over it.
Remote Computer Technician:
On another note, it’s so interesting to talk to someone you’ll never meet and your time conversing is brief.
But you learn so much about this anonymous person who is working on your computer remotely. Someone who simply answered your call because you were next in line to be helped.
I think of it as one of life’s little gifts. And getting the photos transferred on Windows 11 was a pain. But now it’s done. I talked to a guy who lives who knows where. who helped me and now I can proceed with my day.
Doing whatever it is I’ll end up doing.
Photos Of My Red & White Kitchen:
My gift to you today is random photos of my red and white kitchen. Oh, how I hope I can recreate my kitchen in the new place.
I recall when I first took the cabinet doors off here. The inside had to be painted. So I painted it. Hard to imagine that an apartment has been around for over 50 years and certain parts of it have never been painted.
Anyway, my kitchen evolved and I love the red and white. I don’t know if I can take the cabinet doors off there. And I don’t even know what color the cabinets are. But in a month I shall see it.
And then I can make my plan for it.
Constantly Thinking & Mentally Planning:
I lay awake at night and think about these rooms, so far unfamiliar to me, that I will inject myself into.
I’m so curious about how this will play out. And I shall share it with you all along the way.
You know I don’t “do Christmas.”
It’s funny, Kendra spent a few hours at her sister’s yesterday doing the whole family thing. I talked to her a bit later and she said she was going crazy just sitting there making small talk.
I don’t do small talk well. And she’s a master at it. But she said she felt like she was wasting time when she could be over at her house working on the walls.
And so that’s what she did. Said she had to go and work on her house. I told her she was becoming more like me every day.
Holidays Should Be Fun:
I told her that holidays should be what you want them to be. Not what is simply conventional and what everyone else seems to be doing. I haven’t really followed traditions.
Maybe because I wasn’t raised with traditions. Maybe because I’m a bit unconventional to begin with. Or maybe because I just get bored making small talk.
So Kendra ended up doing what she loves, which is working on a house to turn it into a home.
I don’t know when she’s going to get to move in. It probably won’t be January like with me. She hasn’t even put her current house on the market yet.
COVID & The Supply Chain Problem:
With COVID it’s hard to get building supplies. She can’t get her windows until April, and she’s had them ordered for several months already.
It takes longer to get inspections.
I believe she moved a gas line and other things that she had to get the go-ahead approved for.
She’s added more square footage onto the garage to get her Tahoe inside and all her electrical tools.
She’s pretty much wiped out the inside of the house and reconstructed it. All her usual stuff.
If she doesn’t like a wall and can do something about it, she tears it down. Nothing much stops her when she gets a design in her head. And then if she decides she doesn’t like it, she rebuilds the wall.
Doing Away With Nonsensical Objects:
I’ve been cleaning out things I haven’t cleaned out in ages.
For instance, my file cabinet.
I’ve just been tossing things in no particular order into it and now I’m finding instruction booklets for things I haven’t had in years!
It took me two giant trash bags to do away with stuff I no longer needed. And it’s hard to believe it came out of a file cabinet with only 2 drawers.
I found even more photos to go through. And I thought I had that chore completed and photos sent away with my daughters for safekeeping.
Moving means revisiting every aspect of your life. Bit and pieces of you go into cardboard boxes and disappear for a time.
No telling what all I’ll find as I go through things. Maybe objects I have been searching for for years will reveal themselves.
Little pieces of my life that I will just have to pack away again.
So Merry Christmas and enjoy whatever you’re doing. And I hope it’s something you really want to be doing and not what everyone else wants you to do.
Life is short. Be the master of your own fate.