The Computer, a strange title for a blog perhaps, and especially as this is my second blog in less than 24 hours as well. So why am I writing about ‘The Computer’?

Well, computers and I are not great friends! There I have said it, and it is not to disparage the computer, that may well come later, it is my lack of understanding of ‘just how it works’.

I can talk reasonably intelligently about what is inside the ‘box’, even if it is by relating it back to things I understand, for example the processor speed to me is the same as the motor in a car . So it is a 4 cylinder, a 6 cylinder or even a V8. Now from past experience this does not always go down well with Computer Buffs [having lived with one some time ago] however it works for me. And I can replace my own CD Burner including setting the Master/ Slave ? pins so I do have an understanding of the physical workings.

However WHEN you go to work with this conglomerate of electrical parts which make up this to me ‘magical’ system, and no matter how often I have been told that it is merely a glorified calculator, to me it has a mind of its own!!!

So one of my biggest time wasting exercises is with the program known as My Documents. They were MY Documents until they went into the maw of this monster, who chooses whether they are edible or not, and I am sure munches happily on the ones which taste good.  When I go to find them, they have apparently disappeared leaving NO trace.

Now computer literate people will tell me that this is just not possible, that they are there and that I just need to go to the Search component and put in what I am looking for. ‘Sooo Easy Sheila’

Now for computer literate people that may be so, However this is me we are talking about, I am normally very logical, until it comes to computers.

So I will give you an example. I decided a few days ago to begin my long overdue Masters thesis, I had hummed and hawed over a couple of topics for some time, and put it on ‘hold’ until I actually decided.

So having made the decision, I created a word document to put my research notes into and saved it in My Documents. That is when it ceased to become MY Document. Did it taste good and the computer eat it? Probably not, the logical explanation is what did ‘I’ call it?

I looked under Thesis, No, that was my format for setting it up and having it ready to print.

Reincarnation, the subject I had chosen, not a sign

Masters, ditto, nothing there either

Sedona University, nah,

I then put fingers to keyboard and wrote a poem about the computer, at least that alleviated some of the stress.

Coffee break, and a chat with two good friends who are staying with me about MY Documents, and the situation became even more complicated, I was asked which drive I had saved it in?? ‘Drive’ to me  is some thing I do when I get behind a steering wheel in a car.! Had a done a word search? Well that would help if I remembered the words I used, and many of them that could be possible would bring up numerous listings for me.

So I decided I would write. Not about not about the myriad things I have saved in My Documents, all because they might be useful one day and the fact that they are the bane of my husbands life if he ever has to find anything on My Computer in My documents, [I know it takes all day to scroll through them, I do it regularly!] However about the fact that I am not computer literate a all, and my hope that in writing about my missing document might somehow jog my memory as to where I had put it or even what I had called it.

And thank you t did, the word University came to mind as I was typing just a few lines ago, now I hadnt got to the bottom of the list, that was an age away as I scrolled down, so it seems I filed my document under ‘University of Sedona’, not as I had previously thought ‘Sedona University’.

I will however share my computer poem with you, which may well give you a laugh.

My Computer

There it sits in a silver box

Its wily and cunning like a fox

It hides the things I have stored so well

And where they are it will not tell

My Masters thesis I did begin

I opened a file to put it in

Yet when I went to add to it

I couldn’t find it, not a bit

My Documents is where it was

How do I know? Well just becos’

That’s where they go those things to keep

Then some where they go off to sleep

But then to find them that’s the task

To remember the name is more of an ask

What did I call that idea true

That came to me straight from the blue

Scroll up and down and peer at the screen

Surely the name will then be seen

What did I call it? Think aloud

Why is my mind off in a cloud

The subject matter is that it

Why no its not, it doesn’t fit

So start again and recreate

For that document was surely ate

I am sure by the wily fox

Who lurks inside that silver box

Peace Love and Light

Sheila

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