I need a fix! Whoa, wait a minute! Don't go down that wrong road, what I need is a computer fix -- my computer is NOT WORKING! Hard to imagine -- just a few short years ago I didn't have a computer and didn't want one. Circumstances dictated that I had to get one and learn how to use it. Now here I am totally overwhelmed with frustration and anxiety because my computer isn't working! How did I get to this place in life?
Because I am a little "older" and wasn't raised with computers and all this technical stuff, I have trouble understanding how all this works. When I have a problem, I have to call my eldest son. He is very knowledgeable in many areas, including computers. He uses all that "computer lingo," does his best to explain, and I still don't get it. Thank goodness he is very patient with me. Unfortunately, today he is probably all tied up in problems with the company he runs, so he hasn't called me back.
The last few days have been very busy, as there is a lot going on with the Ohio Holstein Association. The Convention and Annual Meeting will be March 10-11, 2017. We are working on the convention sale, 11 a.m. March 10 at the Holmes County Fairgrounds. The catalog will soon be available and features 75 outstanding consignments, several with +2700 and up genomics. There is advertising to be done and details to be completed. Emails have been flying back and forth (or whatever they do) among all of us involved.
The Ohio Holstein News will be coming out soon and I have been working with the new editor, Melissa Hart. Melissa is the editor of Dairy Agenda Today on the internet, writes her column for several magazines and newspapers and is a speaker. Every morning I click onto Dairy Agenda Today to read the latest news in the dairy industry, and now I can't do that. It is a part of my morning routine -- right after I start the coffee perking! I have two columns that I need to send out and I can't do that. I know there are several email messages there, but I can't get to them to open them and see what they are about!
I live down here among the hills where our internet service is dependent on towers -- no cable service here -- and we need more towers! I have no cellphone service here unless I hop on my lawn mower and drive on top of one of my hills. Text messages usually come in when I am driving into town and they can be days late. We recently had many gas and oil workers in my area from out of state. When they had a problem and needed to call someone, their cellphones wouldn't work, so they had to knock on someone's door and ask to use their landline phone. It could be a little unnerving when a couple big guys were sitting at my kitchen table speaking in Spanish and the only words I could remember from high school Spanish class were "como esta usted," "buenos dias" and "taco"!
After a phone call, which involved a recording with a list of numbers to push (after listening to seven or eight of them, I couldn't remember which one I needed to push so had to listen all over again) talking to four live people -- each sending me on to someone else -- finally the last one was a helpful one who explained the problem. Evidently I have used up all my "megabytes" (whatever those are). I have a limit and when it is used up, I can't get on the internet. No one bothered to let me know I was running out. If I want to increase my limit it will cost more money (why doesn't that surprise me) or I can just wait until the limit is renewed later in the month. NOT AN OPTION! I have work to do.
When my phone starts ringing in the morning with people wanting to know what is wrong and why I am not emailing, at least I will be talking to people who have a good reason for calling, instead of telemarketers, gambling surveys and recordings by someone wanting to take care of the warranty on my car, help with my hearing and funeral expenses or help me if I fall and can't get up. It is hard to believe I actually miss my computer.
It just seems life was so much simpler and easier when messages were written in pen and ink and went by Pony Express. Of course, even in those days the success of the ride depended on a good horse!