There’s an old song with the title I Didn’t Know What Time It Was. That’s not my problem. I have clocks all over the place. But what day is it? I never know.
For example: My sister-in-law called yesterday and asked what I was going to blog about. Blog? I didn’t even realize today was Tuesday. It’s a problem I’m having more and more often.
Second: I had carefully written on my calendar that I was going to lunch with my good friends, the Jones at 11:00 on Friday. I was writing, finishing up a proposal for my agent and lost track of time when a call came from the complex office that my friends were here. I realize it doesn’t help to make a note if one doesn’t look at the calendar. Being a writer, I hadn’t even showered yet. I tossed on clothes, drew on eyebrows, and combed my hair which looked only slightly better than Edward Scissorhand’s. The Jones were lovely about it and we had a delicious lunch and good time.
Part of the problem is that I’m retired and the only days I have to remember are Sunday for church and any day with a doctor’s appointment. Not that I haven’t forgotten them as well. The other part is that I do not have a calendar in my head. I’ve really never known what day it was. I still have delivery of the newspaper because I want to support in-print papers but also because I can check it for the date. Oh, and I do read some of it. In mental hospitals, one way staff finds out if a patient is oriented in time is to ask them the date. I’d fail that every time, would probably never be released.
Before I retired, I had the framework of, well, work. It’s lovely to look ahead of days to write and hours to read and time to spend with friends–if I don’t forget.
Guess you’d call me chronologically challenged. Anyone else out there have the same problem? Please tell me. I’ll feel so much better.
Actually, what I wrote in the title isn’t true. I have much of it set up but still have some glitches. I was on the phone for an hour this morning with MOZY to get my files transferred from one to the other and need to talk to them more, then AOL, and then the Apple store. Maybe by next week I’ll figure out how to do everything on the iMac.
The reason for the change is that my PC is sooooooooooo slow loading and was freezing up all the time and I had to restart two or three times a week, usually completely wiping out the most beautiful sentences ever written in the English language. My friends with Macs tell me they never freeze.
George was always pushing me to upgrade. Without him, I still would be using an Apple IIE. We started in 1981 with a TI (Texas Instrument for you young ‘uns) which save to a tape recorder. No pictures only words on the screen. A few years later, we started on Apples but by 1993, we’d switched over to PCs because of the software. And I fought George every step because I was comfortable with the previous models.
And now I have an iMac which I don’t now how to use.
But I’m sure I’ll be a much better writer. Perhaps now I can work on that proposal and first twenty-five pages my agents has requested with out cursing (but only in the nicest, least nasty words) because I can’t finished the sentence without restarting. I hate to pretend that’s the reason I haven’t done the proposal but it’s as good an explanation as any. I can only hope she’s note reading this.
I’m writing this blog on the old PC because I can’t figure out how to get into the backdoor on my blog on the new computer. Someday I will. Nor can I figure out how to save pictures–someday I will.
Which do you prefer? A PC or a MAC? Why? Please tell me all the hassle with the iMac is worth it. I’d feel so much better.