I’m talking about January. Just two more days. I can’t wait.
I feel like I’ve been missing from my life for a while. What did I do in December? I read a lot of poetry for the Heron Clan anthology. More on that soon. I also wrote a poem in response to the Rattle poetry journal’s monthly Ekphrastic poetry challenge. It came out quite well and I submitted it to the contest. Spoiler Alert: I didn’t win. And then of course, there was a busy, extended week for the holidays.
Then January hit me like a swinging medicine bag and knocked me out. It’s been an expensive blur. My laptop died on Dec. 30, 2019. Despite the fact that I hadn’t backed up my data in a long time, I got everything back because the hard drive was intact; nothing the Geek Squad at Best Buy couldn’t take care of, for an additional fee. A week after I got my new laptop, my car battery died. I just ordered a new pair of prescription glasses, and I’m about to visit the dentist. My credit card is crying. Make it stop!
It’s taken me all month to come to terms with my new computer. I almost cried when I saw all my poems back in File Explorer where they belong. However, it took a lot of time and swearing to get my freshly downloaded Microsoft Word, Excel and Outlook software back into the shape I want. I use these programs every day, so I customize them with the icons and the views that works the best for me. Although, I still can’t find the on/off toggle icon for Spelling/Grammar toggle in Word. I have several folders of internet bookmarks on my desktop that I can’t figure out how to upload en masse to either Internet Explorer or Chrome. Finally, I lost my graphics software. Well, I still have the 20 year old software disc, but the new laptop doesn’t have a CD drive. Don’t even get me started on that! Oy! It’s been frustrating, infuriating, and exhausting.
And…. I’m going to stop complaining about it. Thank you. You’re officially the last person to get an earful. It’s time to put this messy, financially painful, weirdest weather ever January to bed and start fresh with February. I gave up making New Year’s Resolutions years ago, but I think I might have one more in me: