Recovery time

We have a date for uncle Don’s funeral. I must wash Al’s white shirt, today. I’ve not seen further news concerning a memorial on the West Coast for my cousin.

I did go shopping at Best Buy, yesterday, and found a mid-range laptop on sale that will tide me over until I figure out what I want for photo editing and artwork. The drive is solid state and not large, so my flash drives and external hard drives will see more use. I must see about sorting through and consolidating things…erasing old client files as I find them, &c.

I am distressed that I cannot find an email client that will handle multiple accounts with accommodations for alternate mail server set-ups. Opera Mail reminds me of Pegasus Mail, and not in a good way. Thunderbird will not do. It seems that Microsoft no longer offers downloads or support for Windows Live Essentials. That was my go-to program. Since I do have a small desktop computer (Lenovo IdeaCentre) that does have Windows Live Mail installed, I will update my information there and use that for consolidated mail downloads and reading. It’s not as though I need to know instantly—or even every day—when an email arrives.

I am not so sanguine about not having a keypad on this computer. Must read the instructions to find out if there is an option.  Or learn how to enter the nonstandard symbols and punctuation marks without it.

Also, all of my photo-editing software died with the two now defunct laptop computers. I must figure out where to store (and make a back-up for) my photograph archives. I missed backups for less than a month of photographs from my own photo shoots, none of which were remarkable. The best ones ended up online here and there. I may have to buy another 2-TB external hard drive to add to the desktop computer, whose own hard drive is not large.

Still, I am not sleeping well, and I find that uncomfortable, especially since I am trying to do detail work, here. My short-term memory function sidetracks as my mind wanders. Too many losses and too much stress on that account, and while I know it’s temporary, it’s disconcerting.

I’ve come to the end of my Toddy coffee and cheese. The temperature is 25°F in the gazebo, which is not impossible. I may next turn on the space heater to warm up the exercise bike for after-lunch exercising. I do believe that I will have a breakfast for lunch, today. Cheesed eggs and a turkey breakfast sausage.

It feels good to write an actual blog post instead of hunting for log-in information. Perhaps now I will sleep more soundly at night and even be able to take daytime naps.

 

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An overwrought week #weekendcoffeeshare

It is good, arriving at this time of the night with chores abandoned. The dirty dishes will still be in the sink and dirty when I wake up, tomorrow, and the laundered clothes will still be draped over the office chair, after all. The time is 11:00 p.m., and I am happy to welcome you to join me for … perhaps not coffee, at this time of night, but a virtual beverage of your choice and apple slices. The grocery has put some nice Braeburn apples on sale for the holidays at ninety-nine cents a pound, and so we bought half a dozen, this evening. Delicious!

If we were having coffee together, this weekend, I would tell you that the week’s been tough. It started out well enough with an appointment with my bereavement counselor; we decided that we would schedule one more appointment: just before the New Year’s Day weekend. Between October 20, 2016 and September 8, 2017, I lost two aunts, three uncles, and both parents. This week, on December 6, my cousin Nora, on the west coast died; I met her and her brother for the first time since I stayed with them for a couple of weeks in Seattle in 1969, when they came back to Minnesota for their mother’s funeral in September. Both her brother and she remembered me, and we had a great time talking.

I also met the widow of my cousin Jim and their two boys, and she and I had a wonderful time visiting on a variety of topics. I was in the process of trying to get hold of contact information, so that I could write to her. I did get such information from one of my other cousins who lives near Seattle, so at least I feel connected to a larger family group, now.

Late this afternoon, we learned that uncle Don, Al’s mother’s brother, died today (the ninth), just before six o’clock p.m. Arrangements for both funerals are to be announced. I cannot fly back to Seattle, and Al’s family gathering will in any case be in the Twin Cities.

A couple of nights ago, I came back into the front room to find my laptop computer on the floor, partly under the rocking chair and no longer functional. I expect that either I had not balanced it properly on the lap desk or one of the dogs tried to jump up into the chair, as they often do, and brought the lap desk and computer crashing down. Al has ordered a cable kit to try retrieving files that had not yet been backed up; some of the fittings inside the computer were broken, but the drive itself looks okay.

If we were having coffee together, this weekend, I would be grateful, because I really needed a break from putting together the information to do my writing on this older computer (that died after the upgrade to Windows 10, but came back with the various upgrades over the past two years). I found an email address I quit using and had forgotten about as I rooted around for web hosting passwords etc., and also came across the instructions for manually setting up my email client. And so I have all of my accounts coming to one computer/one email program! Secure!

Now that I am accessing everything again, and only lost a month’s photo archiving, I must get on-line to find a replacement computer. I wore this HP into the ground, and a couple of the keys are…unreliable.

And now it’s nearly midnight, and I must try to get more than four hours of sleep, tonight, or I will be good for nothing, tomorrow. I have run out of apple slices, and must warm some milk, now.

I hope that your week has been uneventful as you might wish it to be, but  also enjoyable and, if appropriate, productive!

Best wishes for the remainder of 2017!

Lizl

P.S. Here is the link information for a weekendcoffeeshare post with a linky to others: https://eclecticali.wordpress.com/

A Coffee Break | #WeekendCoffeeShare

The time here is 11:45 a.m., Sunday, and I have settled in to write a Weekend Coffee Share post, at last. I’m sure that everyone has forgotten me, it’s been so long a time. Thank you for joining me for coffee!

If we were having coffee together, this morning, you would have some choices: bottled water, Toddy or hot-brewed coffee with or without milk, and black or oolong tea. I just finished my first meal of the day: scrambled eggs with cheese and hot Toddy coffee. I am not calling the meal “breakfast”, but instead, “lunch”. Perhaps I will even things out by having a larger bedtime snack.

If we were having coffee this morning, I would tell you that I have now had two meetings with my new grief counselor. J.R. is…much younger than C. She seemed more relaxed at our second meeting, and so we conversed, as new friends would (except that we did not have the sort of in-depth exchange meant to form a base for a longer relationship). Quite appropriate, professional, but relaxed and natural interchange.

I remember my training, twenty-some years ago, for Stephen Ministry, and the constraints involved. I myself am a “let’s fix this” (or, worse, “let me fix you”) person, and it was difficult at first to confine myself to supportive listening. I believe that I no longer … jump down people’s throats. Retiring from personal (job search, academics, etc.) consulting, five plus years ago, has helped with that. Stomped it out? Don’t I hope!?! I should think that grief counseling might have a higher burn-out rate than substance abuse counseling. I would not take on either role.

If we were having coffee together, this morning, I would tell you that this past week in particular was rough because of our annual volunteer appreciation dinner at the marksmanship center (which is volunteer staffed and maintained). On the evening of last year’s dinner, I received the telephone call from the care center that my mother had died in her sleep. They were unsure of the time, because she was not attended, there having been little indication that her death was imminent. I found myself dreading the dinner, until I figured out why. Last year, it was on the fifteenth, and this year it was on the sixteenth of the month. All in all, it’s been a good transition, however.

If we were having coffee together, this morning, I would tell you that I did decide to join in the group for writing a poem a day during November. That’s the same group, more or less, that I participated in for April’s NaPoWriMo challenge. I have been posting them at Lizl’s Quiet Spaces Journal: “The Written Word at Home”. Ending this post is the most recent poem that I have posted.

I was invited to participate in the “seven black&white photos in seven days” activity on Facebook, and I posted those photographs on my TheMomentsBetween WordPress blog afterwards.

If we were having coffee together, I would confess to you that after more than twenty-five years, I have purchased a physical, leather & paper journal book, again. I realized that part of my hesitation in writing anything down is that when I make a mistake with a computer file, I can go back and correct it, while I cannot with ink and paper. Not archival quality, anyway! I want to give myself permission, I suspect, to make mistakes unapologetically. And let ’em stand.

Thank you for dropping by! I look forward to the coming week, and I wish you the best for the days to come.

Lizl

my parents, their courtship
When She Was Young

“When I See my Mother” (Writing Prompt)

When I see her now
she looks so much younger—
filled with song

vigorous and happy, radiant…
sorrows past, still in love

—Elizabeth W. “Lizl” Bennefeld, Copyright © 2017-11-18.

Source: Seeing Mother (Poem a Day, Day 16, reposted on QuiltedPoetry.net)

Note: My mother died on 15 November 2016 (age 94), and my father, a little more than 3 months later, (age 100).

Hosts: Eclectic Alli

Snow and wind

Woke this morning to find that the electric power (incl. heat) is out. (Al said that happened about 6:00 or so.) Imagine it’s due to high winds and possibly a branch fallen on the power lines, since the outage is reported to be limited (about 500 customers). My coffee this morning is cold (milk and refrigerated Toddy coffee concentrate). The sun’s not going to make an appearance, today, judging by the weather forecast, but at least it’s getting lighter.

And…the power just now came on. Perhaps I’ll set the coffee (hot variety) to brewing.

It’s odd that the power came on before the electric company’s estimated time of repair.