It is when it seems that life is but a dream that I get nervous. I prefer to have clear, conscious thought, that occurs in a linear progression which I can reference wit memory.
The phrase, “Life is but a dream” from the old “Row Row Row Your Boat” song has a pleasant meaning, that is why you row merrily down the stream. But if while rowing, I was of the opinion that it was all just a dream, I would be likely to suspect that something was amiss, and I for one, would not find it pleasant.
My desk top computer has been acting strange, and it took a lot of re-configuring to get it working properly. When it seemed to change on it's own volition, I started to see similarity to the way my mind is in the MS addled condition it is in.
No, life is not a dream, and when it becomes too surreal, I am inclined to define it as a nightmare, not just a dream.
Now, I re-configured my computer, and slept well knowing I won that wrestling match. Today I needed to examine the philosophical questions I was presented with:
My email was not working, but I could go on-line for any other reason. My anti virus software was fine, and found no virus.
Cycling the power, I noticed that my machine was not connecting to the wireless router. In fact, once it was connected, I could not get it to disconnect.
After reading on gmail's web site that it recommended several web browsers that work better with their software, I downloaded Fire Fox, and re-started, and somehow, all the problems went away. And I feel like I can still fix such things when I need to.
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