Ridiculous, absurd and laughable.
Absurd and laughable fit my computer plight at this time.
It's no secret computers slip into nasty mode when I'm at the keyboard. It's just too easy to mess in the head of someone who feels insecure to start with. And that's me. I know what I know, but I can't do much else. None of this cruising around just to see what's there.
I learned that the night I got my first computer back in the late 1980s. My husband's boss bought a new computer for his children and gave me their old one. I'd been told I should just look around, that I could never get to a place I couldn't back out of. Got home from work at 2 a.m., saw my new toy and sat down to play. First thing off, the start button had a bell that would start a steam engine. My husband got out of bed and slammed the bedroom door shut.
For hours I went into and out of places I didn't think anyone should be, when I found myself in a spot that blocked retreat. I'd found that place people said wasn't there and I had to wake up my husband for help. Let's just say he didn't respond well.
This current problem should be an easy fix. I'm trying to clean my inbox. Put stuff in files where I can keep the keepable messages, then discard the rest. Every time I try to move a message, it opens. I can't just slide it from one file to another, and I'm going nuts. I know it's possible. I've done it.
My computer must be in cahoots with the Department of Human Services in Council Bluffs.
I'm trying to get my husband on Medicaid he's been at Tompkins Health Center for more than a year but it's like messing with my computer. Whatever I do comes out wrong.
This isn't a new problem. I've been working on it since July when I sent in the application I'd gotten at Friendship Haven. That was denied, saying I needed about 326 more things as part of the application. I've been working on it since. It's become a comedy of errors, only it isn't a comedy. Not funny at all.
Why I'm whining about this to you now is to say if any of you have to apply for Medicaid and want to talk to somebody about it, I would be happy to help. I know everything that can go wrong and who to beg for help.
As for my computer, I can't possibly ask for help for something so simple as moving files. I've got bigger fish to fry. For Christmas I bought myself a camera. It's still in the box, although my niece did plug in the battery to get a little joy-juice in it. I also bought a scanner-printer and something else, all in one. It's also still in the box.
But when help comes for that, maybe I should mention those files.
So long friends, until the next time when we're together.
Sandy Mickelson is the former lifestyle editor of The Messenger. She is retired. She may be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.