Well, folks, when the Troll does things, she believes in doing them the right way, wholeheartedly, both feet in and screaming Geronimo! And this past week was one of those weeks, believe me you.
Labor Day began like every other day around here. I woke up, poured myself out of the bed, performed my morning ministrations, got my soda, and saddled up the dogs. Have I told you about the dogs yet? I’ll get around to them. Out into the great out yard we went, Little Dog ran around frantically, then peed and pooped, Mommy hunted daddy cat, and I tried to wake up. URGH.
I picked up the ‘puter to do stuff. As the amazing stuff was pouring into my ‘puter, the canines needed to go out again. I’m not sure what I was doing, exactly, but I stood up, and KA-POW–the pain that shot through my head was incredible. Funny, though, that there weren’t any stars. I expected stars…….. I stepped outside, holding my head, leaned on the wall, hoping I wasn’t going to pass out. That having passed, I then felt my forehead. I had a deep indentation, the size and shape of the latch I hit. I knew right then it wasn’t going to be a good day.
Making the rest of the day short, I soon found myself getting ill, and DS took me to ER without even taking a shower! Six or seven hours later, and 5 (anxiety induced?) partial seizures later, it was announced. You have a concussion. And a bonus! Otitis media, (middle ear infection)…… Several horse pills later, and my condom emesis bag, (vomit bag, shaped like nothing more than a giant blue condom, with a hard plastic rim at the top!), and I was on my way home.
I slept ceaselessly for two days, the headache pounding every time I stood up. Then Sleeping Beautytroll woke up, but with more than my normal confusion and goofiness.
By the time I picked up the computer, I was back to normal, so I can’t blame the concussion, as much as I want to. : ( (Gasp) The week got worse, you’re thinking? Oh, yes, indeedy do, it did. Much worse. You see, as my daughter explained it to me, I am an old, sick woman, and these kinds of things keep happening to old, sick women. Well, I beg to differ with her. I am NOT old…….
My husband was a self taught computer genius. At home, he always talked about the computer in GREAT detail. I picked up a lot about the ‘puter back then–I had no choice. So, I was fairly ‘puter savvy. But he’s been dead 11 years. And things have changed a lot. The kids only talk about the ‘puter *after* I have messed up. I am not a “lets read up on this and see how it’s done” kind of person. If I can’t do it without instructions, well,………
It started out innocently enough. “You need to update Chrome”, the ‘puter said. OK, I knew there was a new version of Chrome, and so I went to work up-dating Chrome. Then, “Let’s update Adobe Flash Player”, it said. I should have known in the beginning that trying to update Chrome was a bad idea. The version I was using was already updated. But, the short cut I clicked on was one I never used, and was MY Chrome, had my name on it, not the version DD had installed, I thought, and, with my flawed logic shimmering like the gold at the end of a rainbow, I began to practically destroy the computer!
DS looked at it after my cry of help. He shook his head and rolled his eyes. He does that a lot. He did a few things–I learned something–I did a few things, too, after that. None of them helped. The next day we ran the Malware program. THREE trojans and one backdoor later, plus I don’t know how many other nasties, and I was hoping the floor would open up and swallow me. I have *never* done anything this bad to the ‘puter before. A BACKDOOR for Pete’s sake! All deleted, one more malware and virus program run, just to be on the safe side, and all clear. DS did his magic to the ‘puter, and all seems well, except these annoying commercials that keep popping up *everywhere*. Minor, but annoying.
So, guess what the Troll has to do this week? Change ALL my passwords. Even all the ones I wasn’t going to use again. It will take me FORever to change my passwords. Maybe even into next week. I fatigue easily, my passwords are complex, and even composing them taxes my brain. And I probably have to come up with about 50.
OK, now about the dogs. My friend in KY, in the town I’m from, had to rescue a Pekingese. She is about 3 years old, fawn colored, black nose and around her eyes and ears. She is a good dog, except she is having to learn how not to chase my kittens. She is house-broken, ?paper trained?, loves to go out-side, but we have to take her outside on a leash because we live right next to a highway. She has an under bite, but once I got used to that, she is a beautiful dog. My friend was deciding if she wanted her puppy. She was going to tell the owners the next day. They were abusive to the dogs to our faces, I was visiting then, and I saw it, right along with her. Her daughter was friends with the people who had the dogs, and they had stopped by to give them some things on the way to the wedding we were attending. As abuse goes, what we saw wasn’t horrible, horrible, but picking Cuddles up by her collar and throwing her across the floor was pretty bad, I’d say.
We arrived at our intended destination, and her daughter received multiple texts. If you don’t take Cuddles, too, she will be shot. So, of course, my friend HAD to take Cuddles, and the puppy. We got the dogs to her house, and they had fleas so bad, they almost killed one of her kittens. She has kittens about the same age as mine. As a matter of fact, Little Dog is about the same age as all the kittens, as well.
I have the dogs right now, because my friend is quite ill, and can’t care for them at all.
We are looking for a home for Cuddles. Anyone in the Southeastern area of Kentucky, surrounding Clay County, somewhere close enough where she could even meet you half way, if you could not come get Cuddles. She needs a SAFE, loving home. Some place where she can run outside without the fear of getting into the road, not having to be tied outside and left, like her previous owners did, and she can come in and be loved on, and she can be free of the fleas. She loves sitting with DD, and she loves to be petted, and just sitting next to her human and chilling. She is a GOOD dog and does not deserve being mistreated. But, then again, no animal deserves mistreatment. God meant for us to be their keepers, not their torturers. As for my friend and I, we have the love, but not the homes.
So, now, off I go to change passwords. : (
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