October 31, 1990
Dear Everyone:
Here I sit, a grown woman, staring at the big
four-oh (40), a professional, wearing silver nail polish and dressed
like Little Red Riding Hood.
Happy Halloween. Trick or
Treat and all that jazz.
After lunch, we’re going to do Tarot Card Readings,
something I do only on
Halloween and only with the book in my hand because I can never remember
what all the cards and positions mean.
In honor of the occasion, the weather decided to
present us with the first rain of the year.
Just in time for the little ones to get wet while
trick-or-treating. Poor
planning on Somebody’s part.
Still, we need the rain.
I’m getting used to my new PC.
The man came last week and put in the software that lets me
access the mainframe. Up
until now, I’ve had to use somebody else’s PC to get to the mainframe,
which is a pain for all concerned (except for poor “Rowena” who is still
stuck in the Bahamas). But
now I can get into VM and all my little host sessions and I’m happy as a
duck.
All that’s left to do is to get the whatsis that
will allow me to hook up the 3270 Keyboard and the whosis that will
allow me to plug in my mouse and I’m all set.
Except that I haven’t the faintest idea what I’m supposed to by
doing with a mouse. But
that’s OK; life is just one big adventure after another.
A recent survey showed that the average computer
user gets impatient after waiting six seconds for the machine to
respond.
Six seconds.
Many of these same people have ancestors who took weeks, or even
months, to get to St Louis, Missouri by wagon, stage or train, and then
proceeded to walk across the
rest of the continent to get to their final destination in California or
Oregon. They didn’t get
impatient after six seconds.
Think about that the next time you’re fuming because you’ve had to wait
a full minute (54 seconds too long) for a red light to change.
“Jeannie” and I went shopping last weekend.
I got one of those certificates for 25% off anything you buy in
one day at Penney’s. Suffice
to say, we “saved” lots of money.
“Jeannie” bought a Christmas Bunny and I bought a teapot.
The little teapot that I have at my desk only makes two cups of
tea. (For “cup”, read 8-12
oz mug.) This is not enough,
especially on Fridays when the “30-minute” meeting regularly goes until
lunch time. So, at Penney’s,
I found a nice blue teapot that will make more.
Actually, it will make six cups, about three more than I need.
It didn’t look so big in the store, but when I got it to my desk
on Monday, suddenly, it’s as big as a duck.
And about as difficult to handle when washing.
Not as big as one of “Jeannie’s” ducks, of course.
As big as an average duck.
“Jeannie’s” ducks are definitely larger than average.
This is partly my fault.
Each week, I buy a loaf of high fiber, low calorie bread with the
intention of making sandwiches to take to work for my lunch.
And each week, I’m too tired or I don’t have time or any other
suitable excuse and the bread doesn’t get used.
Then I take the stale bread over to “Jeannie’s” and we feed it to
the ducks. Obviously, high
fiber bread agrees with them because these ducks are getting
big. There’s one drake
whose head comes to about “Jeannie’s” knee.
Ashland…
I’ve made calls and left messages on machines all
over the country and I’m working on finding a time that’s compatible to
all, or as many as care to go to Ashland and Sunriver.
“Jeannie’s” planning on coming over tonight to help hand out
treats while I take off this ridiculous nail polish (needless to say, I
was careful not to schedule any meetings for today) and she can help me
find a good time.
Don’t forget to vote next Tuesday.
It’s easy: Yes on
odd, No on even.
Love, as always,
Pete
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