Sunday, June 24, 2012

My 'puters return


My computer fan had been struggling and making noise and I knew I needed to replace it--it was too far gone for just a cleaning to be right. We had recently got Morg's back after some work (it had lost its ability to charge) and the guy did the work well for a reasonable price. I am a little uncomfortable getting into this little netbook because my eyes are just not working well and I had/have many other things on my plate to do so I decided to have this same guy do the fan. Ron had been dealing with him so I told him to call the guy and find out how long it will take to replace the fan. I should have been much more specific but it was more of a reminder as we had covered it once before. I have been babying it to keep it from getting too hot for about two months and didn't want to be without it for any length of time--I thought when I was told a couple of days to replace the fan that meant I would have it back in a couple of days. He did not have the fan in and *that* is what I wanted Ron to get the guy to do, order in the fan then have us drop off the 'puter.  I think maybe Ron gave the guy the idea my 'puter was the same as Morg's (he has fans for that model)  but I have an earlier model and it is not the same; he didn't have a fan for mine. But after the phone call, Ron said he was to take it in that evening and it would be a couple days. I asked if he had the fan already and Ron told me had had lots of fans. A couple hours after the 'puter was dropped off, Ron was still in town, the guy calls and tells me that he cleaned the fan up but the bearings were shot. Heck, I knew that without taking the thing apart--it can't run with hair and dust wrapped around it for long without tearing up the bearings and it ran long. He said he had to order in the fan and so it would take a few more days. That was what I was trying to avoid. He offered to let us take the 'puter back and he would call. But I had no way to get hold of Ron in town and it was Thursday so the next time anyone would be heading that way  would be Saturday and then when he got the fan it (on Monday or Tuesday) we would have to just run it right back to him, making a special trip to do so. I was a tad irked because this was the very thing I wanted to avoid, him having the 'puter during fan shipping time, but saw no point in that. Well, a week and a half later, the fan he ordered with a rush shipping never came; he ordered another and it hadn't come in yet. I told Ron get my 'puter. Aside from the internet, I use MS OneNote for a few things including my garden map--and I need that so I am not lost; at this time of year it is too easy to confuse melon with cucumber, some plants are new to me and I am not so familiar with the look of it, and until there is fruit there is no easy way to tell variety; row markers/garden tags always seem to fade. The garden maps, or should I say maps, have been wonderful. We have two fenced gardens plus three unfenced and they spread out a ways. Living in a holler we need to take advantage of full sun where we have it, even if it is only a small spot of it.  And then there *is* the internet part of it. Granted, I have not been overly active but I do have email (I still haven't caught up on)  ad some other things I don't like letting go for more than a couple /few days at a time. And, we use Google voice a lot to save money on long distance. Considering that we can't even call the police or fire dept. as a local call and sometimes a call needs made when the 'puter isn't on, I will not cancel our long distance service but since about the only local calls are pretty much our next door neighbors, the bills can add up. Morg has it  on her computer but it is an imposition to be hitting her up all the time to call up folks. I am glad my 'puter is home, I wish it had a new fan.
I wanted to write about the movie we saw today but I think I ought to let my machine cool a bit first.

Friday, June 8, 2012

A Funny Letter


I first saw this around eight years or so ago, I am thinking one of my sisters sent it to me. My husband just found it again and I have to share (and not lose it again).

Letter from a farm kid

AT SAN DIEGO MARINE CORPS RECRUIT DEPOT

Dear Ma and Pa:

I am well. Hope you are.

Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before maybe all of the places are filled. I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m., but am getting so I like to sleep late.

Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing. Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there's warm water.

Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, and stuff, but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food. But tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you till noon, when you get fed again.

It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much. We go on "route" marches, which the Platoon Sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it is not my place to tell him different. A "route march" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks. The country is nice, but awful flat.

The Sergeant is like a schoolteacher. He nags some. The Capt. is like the school board. Majors and Colonels just ride around and frown. They don't bother you none.

This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don't move. And it ain't shooting at you, like the Higgett boys at home. All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don't even load your own cartridges. They come in little metal boxes.

Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ain't like fighting with that ole bull at home.

I'm about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake. He joined up the same time as me. But I'm only5'6" and 130 pounds and he's 6'8" and weighs near 300 pounds dry.

Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in.

Your loving daughter,
Gail Ann