“Mussolini, whose supporters were particularly brutal in Tuscany, believed that a violent minority insurrection could achieve authoritarian rule. “Under the pretence of saving the country from Bolshevism, the fascists were thus able to attack governmental authority and create anarchic conditions which would make people long for an authoritarian government.”
Jeffrey Meyers, D.H. Lawrence A Biography
After we got snipped the three of us piled into the truck and on the way to North Sydney we piled into a deer. He was killed instantly. Poor deer. None of us was happy about killing the deer, but the deer had suddenly popped out from the side of the road only four or five feet from the front of the truck. The passenger door had to be pried open so that Sue and Buster could vacate and there was plenty of cosmetic damage to the truck. Poor truck.
The truck thing took over five weeks to get resolved.
Meanwhile, about three weeks ago, I had my computer upgraded. I got it home and in less than a week it had a nervous breakdown. I had mine after we hit the deer.
In Sydney I bought a new expensive computer. It was also the smallest one in the brand I wanted. And how I dreaded the whole new computer thing. I hate computer learning curves!
And my worries were played out. My photos were not given permission to enter my new computer. My mouse wouldn’t play. My external drive wouldn’t talk with my hard drive. Also, the keyboard was smaller and my new computer kept trying to sell me dresses and women’s face masks. Granted, some great pics.
“Oh well,” I said to myself. “I’ll take the computer in and have them clean the screen and also have them show me how to obedience train my new computer.”
The next day, as I was playing learning curve, I noticed that somebody had laid foggy fingerprints all over my screen. Then I noticed the computer was tearing up. The plasma tears leaking from a pin hole in my screen. Then I discovered two or three tiny cracks.
And that’s the scoop, folks. I’m writing this blog on the newest member of our computer family and so far the screen hasn’t cracked or leaked, but I know that the learning curve isn’t going to play nice.
“It can’t be that bad. Surely,” Sue said. Amen.
PS: I had to return to the computer store today where I had the expert get the lead out of my computer mouse’s ass.
So, I waited in the line-up, making sure I was standing on the size eight shoe pictures that are glued to the floor every six feet.
“Can I help you sir?” The nice lady said.
“I’d like to return these pants,” I said.
“You’re in Michaels,” she replied.
So, I went outside, stepped out into the parking lot, looked up at the store-front signs and chose the correct store.
As I was about to leave, the man looked me in the eyes and said, “May
God be with you.”
Now what does that mean?