I woke feeling much better this morning, though I still didn’t have great plans for the day. One of the first things I did was check the tracking on the package. It was already at its destination post office and delivery had been changed to today! I was more excited than if it had been coming to me instead of my sister!
My routine is to do my body test before I take my thyroid med. The Wiimote would turn on the console but it wouldn’t select anything on the screen. I couldn’t get it to work even after I changed the batteries and attempted to re-sync it. I’d had problems with the balance board the day I came home from the hospital and thought it might have been fried but it had finally started working.
I fiddled and fiddled with it and spent too much time. Google is my friend so I looked up the problem. Maybe the receiver on top of the TV was the problem? I got my can of compressed air and blew it off. Still didn’t work. Getting the console down, I found that the plug to the receiver was a bit loose. I have no idea how that happened because I haven’t done anything to the back of it since DS1 was here on Christmas. Anyway, I tightened it and it works fine.
My Body Test done, I drank my water and took my med. I had my quiet time during the interim between med-taking and breakfast.
The second (last) meal I’d kept was in the fridge. I got it out and proceeded to prepare it. First, I took its picture. At the time, I didn’t realize how far past the “best by” date it was.
If you can’t read that, it says, “INSTRUCTIONS: Place entire meal in refrigerator to thaw. Do not thaw at room temperature. Consume meal within 6-8 hours after thawing. Remove film from tray, unwrap sandwich and eat.” The best by date is more legible.
Getting all the film off was quite a task but I was eventually successful.
I choked down the applesauce. It wasn’t the best I’ve ever eaten but not the worst, either. I couldn’t handle the peaches. I like peaches I freeze myself but these aren’t even close. The graham cracker/peanut butter “sandwich” was the best of anything in there and I finished it. No grape jelly was evident.
The juices are still in the fridge. I don’t know if I’m brave enough to try them or not.
I looked out and there appeared to be a black car parked above and to the right of where the Housesitter’s car was. I guessed she had company. Later, I looked out again and her car was gone and the black car was still there. THEN my CIL came with his truck. I figured the critters were well cared for and I went back and did some tracking of The Package.
By then, it was out for delivery. I was so excited! I called and left voice mail. NO ANSWER?? My sister had dared to leave the house when the package I’d sent was supposed to be there TODAY. When I checked again, it said, “Notice Left (No Authorized Recipient Available)”. That was 11:02 EDT.
The phone rang. It was my sister. I answered with, “You missed it.” Yes, she had. She was out doing her Thursday morning errands and the postman had been there. Since the package was insured, she would have to sign for it. Oh, well. She’d have to go to the post office to pick it up. I suggested she could call and find out when that might be.
I checked again. There was a second status update: “Notice Left (No Authorized Recipient Available)” 1:10 pm. The faithful postal servant had attempted delivery the second time to no avail.
Not wanting to leave things entirely in her hands, I called the post office myself and explained that I’d sent my sister a package that hadn’t been delivered. Was it back at the post office yet? The lady asked for the address, checked, and yes, it was there. She could come get it any time before they closed.
I called her back, told her what had been said and tried to let it go. I sat down and started on the second lesson, adding the links for the Bible references. I was so wound up, I was copying when I should have been pasting and pasting when I should have been copying. I managed to finish it and decided I had to get out of here.
Calling the Housesitter, I said, “I see you have company.” Turns out it was my cousin. It was her van parked out there, not a black car. I’d looked up a “fix” for one of the HS’s computer problems and went over to take care of it.
She got me into playing the game I’d fixed and I sat there fooling around for I don’t know how long. Then my cousin asked how she can print from her old computer. I don’t know that her printer will work with XP but I do know it couldn’t find it, either.
We talked in between times and, after I’d been offered and declined pizza (“It doesn’t have meat on it”) I came home.
I had an email from my sister. She’d finally gone and picked up the package and had help carrying it to the car. It isn’t heavy but it is rather bulky. She opened it even though she said it was a shame to, it was so neatly packaged! Then she said she’d try to get a computer savvy person to come help her put it together Sunday. Now, I’d packed the battery for the notebook computer separately in the box but I’d marked where it went and how to put it in. That, plugging in the power supply and putting the battery in the mouse is what it takes to “put it together”. I’d told her where the network cable goes and then all that’s left is to turn it on. Surely she can handle that!
Bless her heart, ever since I told her I was sending it, she’s been terrified. I don’t know what she’s scared of. It won’t bite. If I didn’t think she could handle it, I wouldn’t have passed it on. My other sister has XP, too, but it’s a newer computer and upgrade-able. The notebook isn’t new by any means, but the computer it will be sharing space with is, probably, ten years old. In computer years, that’s about 160.
After I told her all that was required to “assemble” it, she said she’d see what she can do but not tonight. That’s fine but she’s making this far more difficult than it has to be. A notebook isn’t like a desktop that has numerous wires and ports. When I got my first laptop, I swore off desktops forever.
It’s past 10 o’clock TT. I got the laundry out of the dryer and folded it. Twinkle had shed all over the t-shirt I’d used to insulate her from the heat of the heating pad so I’d washed it and dried it by itself first and then with the rest of my grubbies, etc. There was probably enough cat hair to clothe another feline but it’s all gone now.
The Housesitter has tried her best to get me hooked on Bookworm. I told her I prefer Wordscraper. I should send her a challenge since Genese has all but quit playing while she’s been coping with the kidney stone.