Heavy hands--light touch

New keyboard, new mouse, surely things will improve.  Such anticipation, but they weren't really failing before, just getting worn.  The need was for a new printer, and that was a huge need.  So I upgraded on the other things at the same time, also having them wireless.

Not sure it was the best idea.  I have to type slower, more deliberate, and sometimes that doesn't solve the problem. The letters just won't appear, or half of a word drags itself onto the screen and I have to backtrack to make sense.  I change the way I type, one letter at a time, not winning any contest with so many words per minute, I am not competing with anyone.  Sometimes this seems to help, but not always.   Am I waiting for the mood to get to the system---or what? The mouse will behave when it wants to, other times it dances around, a whirling dervish, totally disobeying the directions given.  All of these antics slow down my production.  This is not a good thing for a writer who has a deadline of at least three newspaper columns weekly.  

The biggest challenge is that my use of my flash drive is completely stymied.  When I insert the drive into my computer base, the mouse dies.  At least vanishes, no action whatsoever, thus no way to use the info brought home on the flash drive.  When I  remove the flash the mouse pops up again, not necessarily behaving, but at least present where I can chase him back to the positions needed. 

More than frustrating! Will have a neighbor who has rescued me in the past come to check this one out.  "Neighbors who know" are a wonderful thing, particularly when they accept that the tech world is somewhat of a mystery no matter how much I use it.  In the mean time I salvaged the boxes that the keyboard and the mouse belong to with the possibility of a return to the esteemed Staples outlet, along with my bill, etc.  And, being a person of little faith when it comes to this sort of thing, I have also kept the old worn and faithful keyboard and wired mouse. In the meantime I am trying for a light touch with my heavy hands, or perhaps it is a heavy touch with my light hands.

Hello again!

         So many times my brain has written more posts for this blog to share with the precious few who read it.  I am sure you have given up on me and with every reason. It has been two years!! I am writing so much of the time with my job and hobbies. If apologies are needed I do extend them.  My son tells me I need to put the link on FaceBook. 
          I had been telling him that I was writing about our backyard birds, the wild variety that inhabit our orchard or nearby habitats.   So now I am going to share that bit of writing with you.  This will also introduce you to our cats, brothers, but quite different in coloring and personality. They also provide much  entertainment.   
          Backyard birds. Our backyard is a bird haven. Not just in the warm months, some are here year round. Smaller birds lodge hereabouts during warmer months, but two gigantic pine trees seem to be the permanent home for a flock of magpies and they provide plenty of diversion for our observation. Such smart winged creatures, and beautiful as well. I am well aware that they are looked down upon by the human species, but I love them. However, none of them are the King of our backyard. That title goes to a handsome cock pheasant who has somehow eluded the hunters that are about each fall. He strides through the yard/orchard at will, not threatened in the least by the black and white scavengers. He is a wise one and the magpies do not mess with him. Today he flew up and knocked one of the apples off a tree in our orchard, high in its branches. He proceeded to come down and enjoy his treat, magpies flying through the orchard, but not interrupting his feasting. There were more apples available, in an orchard with 10 apples trees, those black and whites could get their own if they were able.

         King Tut (my name for him) must have truly loved his apple. In the  afternoon he brought a younger pheasant cock and three hens to the orchard. Just where they are hanging out I am not sure, they leave by flight to the north east. They are gorgeous to see, fun to watch. Sometimes the King brings in a larger harem, around a dozen, and the young.

  The magpies are back to their antics. They steal from the cats' food dish, boldly striding up, checking out the location of said felines and then make their grab. Whether the cats are interested in them I know not. Sassy and Purrci are both good mousers and are keeping our vole population in check. It is their job and I am delighted to see them fulfilling it so adequately. When we first got these two I wondered if they would ever get enough sense to do anything but play with each other and wrestle at every opportunity. The pair are worth their hire, and it is nice to have a good cuddle with them on a regular basis. It is a bonus for me.