The Saga Part II

So the experience of resetting a Windows 10 Dell Inspiron continues. It seems the resolution was off this morning, and I discovered that my other computer, Perdia, has an unusual resolution (1366 x 768) and I cannot remember how it was achieved on this monitor!

So I proceeded to ignore it, as I need to recover some of my time today without boggling my overstretched mind already.

First things first, I proceeded to install some of the programs that were removed. Sure enough, it looks like from here, that the resolution is resolved. But you know me – gotta get into the guts and make sure of the numbers.

One of the interesting things about this reset is that Microsoft provided, via the native browser, Edge, a list of items that were deleted during the reset. So far, so good. It is simply amazing how much “junk” had accumulated. Hoping that now things will go better.

But, the solution created another problem. What has this unleashed in me, but an obsession with resetting all my devices. What adventures await over the Edge!

Getting My Knee-ds met…Again

I woke up the other day with a “subconjunctival hemorrhage.” I know this because although there is no known cause, I’ve had this before and did indeed visit my ophthalmologist the first time to check it out. So I went ahead and went about my daily business, which entailed hanging out with my church community and some doctors’ offices, and some stores. I called attention to it to alleviate any anxiety over such a horrible visage as I presented. One thing I thought was that since things were going so well with my knee (despite my wailing to the contrary), my body decided that it was time something else went wrong. As far as etiology, how about the trouble I recently had with moving a desktop computer after many years, and many drivers and records trying to make my head explode.

As far as cause, I did have a sneezing bout the day before the reddening event. And I do take a shitload of supplements, including baby aspirin, which also contributes to the propensity for this. So I cut out the aspirin for now. My blood is so thin anyway that a vampire would pass me up like we pass up agglutinated food.

Then I decided that I would be a stand-up comedian, but couldn’t.

The Case for Boundaries Lost

pix_joannegrazide-gateHere’s the thing. I’m at a rather pleasant gathering of like-minded people, people who have come together for a purpose. To talk, share, elucidate and for me, to just show off. Not really. I just feel like sometimes I need to speak up, blow my own horn as it were, and keep up with the cool kids. Now this crowd is one of a few, hand-picked, carefully tended groups which I frequent – or not, depending on what kind of activity we are into.

For instance, computer club www.bcug.com has a mixed group of people who only have one thing in common at this point. An ongoing interest in technology. Although there are a choice few who seem to be battling with older technology and unable to comprehend that as of this hour, technology is available to all. Which brings me to the next point. Despite resistance on the part of our “elders,” there is a growing need to migrate to some sort of online presence, and at this point, it would be a shame to give up our FaceBook page or MeetUp, but that may happen at some point because heck, only three people use MeetUp to advertise their activities. This only results in stagnation, and I’m in the middle of it, just looking out from the midst of frustration.

Then there is the photography group I’m a member of. Here is where boundaries come in. there are people and there are people. The purpose of this group is to simply get together and perform activities like photo-shoots, which I’m crazy about. I will drive anywhere and get my equipment on me and spend hours tramping about. There is no pressure. I don’t have to talk, or demonstrate anything, and I have a great bunch of work to get to at the end of it all. I’m not there to be involved in drama or problems. That is why, the other day, there was a problem.

We are all sitting around having coffee after a productive, fun, and interesting shoot, and one person comes in and after some preliminary B.S., states that she has to learn LightRoom. I nodded in approval, and she realizes that I am still a beginner but would consider myself able to show someone some tips and tricks. She asked me if I would sit with her and teach her.

Now, there was a time, somewhere between when I retired and now, when I would have jumped on the opportunity to share what I know, and get someone going on this great app. But I said no. I do have my reasons. But I’m not for hire.

She seemed perturbed. She seemed to think that just by asking, she would gain the services of me. I seemed to think that she didn’t know when to come to a stop. There is no need to explain reasons why someone who basically has nothing else to do, has to comply with her problem. She canvassed some others, finding out that not only is there a LightRoom workshop coming up, but that some have actually taught themselves. I taught myself. I worked and worked, and am still working on learning it. I use the occasional YouTube presentation if I run into a problem. There is so much I’m not doing, I know that. But I will eventually get to where I can do what I want. I can learn, and I can always learn more.

So she seemed perturbed. It seems to me that there are boundaries in any situation. People cannot demand your time. People cannot feel bad if they ask an unwanted favor. People cannot expect to have all their needs fulfilled by others.

This same person should have been in the computer club. She had never heard of some terminology and never heard of some popular games. So she evidently has no time to relax. Just as some professionals who come into a career later in life, and don’t have an online presence, or need lessons in something like www.facebook.com, it is beyond my understanding why. The internet being the lifeblood it is in social and now more and more professional circles, is not something to be scoffed at. Privacy? We gave that up long long ago when we filed our first tax return, or got our social security number. There is no excuse for deliberate ignorance. It is not funny to say you don’t know how to turn it on. It is like saying you don’t know how to open a door, or dial a rotary phone.

At this point, it is not an age thing but an ages thing. Keep the distance, please, and plug into your own knowledge base before bullying someone you don’t even know and never met before, into defensive tactics. As for me, I’ll attend the workshop on this program and bet my bottom dollar, my new friend is not in attendance.

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