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I've always considered myself to be one of the  more informed computer users. But that's only compared to the totally ignorant. There are people like my husband O who spends most of his day on the computer and really knows how to draw out its secrets. Then there are people who are able to tell the computer what to do, i.e. program. And finally, there are people like Tobin, who can program them to do things the computers themselves didn't know they could do.

A frustration in this is that programs like livejournal like to evolve and change, thus frustrating those of us whose competence is merely temporary. Add to that the inconvenience of multiple operating systems on the computer, i.e. firefox, internet explorer, and then mac vs. pc, and you've got a range of activities that would cornfuggle even the most adept of computer wizards..

Not long ago I was complaining, and staring with consternation at my computer screen, when O came along and said, "Well, did you try this?"

He moved the cursor over to a small unlabeled box near the top of the screen. When he clicked it, it opened up a whole menu of choices of my usual favorites.

I gotta ask, why unlabeled box?

Yes, I was happy to be shown the secret, unknown key to my problem. But I was left scratching my head.

This pales when compared to a previous experience in which I determined that the answer to my confusion was to click on a microscopic icon, which then opened up a full menu of choices.

Icon you say? Yes, it was a little, tiny triangle about the size of the triangle at the bottom of the scroll-down bar.

Do you see where I'm going with this?

What's with the unlabeled, nearly-invisible clues?

I've always said that I dislike icons and much prefer the first set of icons I learned as a five year old,. You know, "A, B, C, "etc.Those I understand. They could write down instructions and I would read them.

Someday the twenty somethings who designed these things will be old farts like us and have their own problems with deciphering the computers.

Then they can try to go back to the VCR and try to label them in terms we all can understand. And put bigger print on them.

I figure that part of the problem is that they think everyone has unlimited time for randomly poking buttons until they get it figured out.

I can do that. I've tried it.

But then I forgot what I did.

Ah, old age!
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I've been mulling over the signs of impending old age lately. It's not a pretty sight. You know, when you're under 21, you look forward to growing older. In your twenties you fool yourself into thinking you're in a perpetual time out of time machine. You're 28 but you still feel pretty much like you're 22. Suddenly you hit thirty and realise it's the end of life as you know it. About 5 months later you begin to realise it ISN'T the end of life as you know it, but you begin to feel that nagging concern that age happens.

After you get over that you convince yourself that age really doesn't matter. Yay! But after a while, things creep up on you. That first grey hair. (No worries, an anomaly!) The second (wow, another anomaly!)

You get a little forgetful, but as experts have stated, it's really simply because, the older you get, the more there is for you to remember!!! Yay!

One day I was coming out of the grocery store and I saw the ancient lady from across the street ambling slowly through the parking lot with the Ralph's employee solicitously following her, searching futilely for her car. I felt so bad for her. Such a tragedy. That lady now has a caretaker and has certifiably lost it. Her dear husband is ancient in his own right but seems the more coherent of the two. The three of them, Mr. and Mrs. and Ms Caretaker, make quite a twosome as they go everywhere together.

I am now in a holiday period from school. I have little I must do and I am enjoying the freedom. Unfortunately I am finding that freedom from thinking about work is translating into freedom from thinking. I have been to the store and forgotten to pick up the very thing I went there for. Yes, I know, this happens to everybody, all the time. But sheesh, it's getting a little too frequent for my peace of mind!

My brother, who is a mere 1 year younger than I am posted this a few weeks ago about a recent camping trip, "I forgot to bring silverware of any sort, a lantern, toilet paper (yeah napkins), non water shoes, lost my glasses, and brought mismatched ends from two different fishing poles."

Somehow this seems like confirmation that I too am going down that long slippery slope to senility. (PS he's not senile!)(Well, no more than me.)

Last week I was peering at my feet searching for fleas (yuch, yes, we presently have been invaded.) What do I find but a really strange lump on my toe joint. (GAK, bone lumps!)

Then today it happened.

I walked out of the grocery store and--couldn't find my car. I had absolutely no idea where I had put it. I hasten to add that it was 97 degrees outside, but, nevertheless, where the heck was the dang car.

I wonder if that lady's caretaker could fit in one more. PS I eventually found the car--without the aid of the grocery employee. Yay!

And Ben, maybe we can get a group discount!! (Yay!)

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