It is such a relief to have my computer up and running again with its shiny new hard drive. For some reason I thought that item would be much larger considering its importance and the size of the tower in which it sits. After looking inside the tower, it appears the fan is the biggest thing in there. It's to keep it cool from all its hard work.
Our computer whiz friend Caleb spent several hours Saturday afternoon getting it back up and running again. Then I spent a good while putting things back on that I had lost in the transition -- my fault, not his.
Let's hope we will not have to do this again. It is just another in a long line of technical frustrations in our lives.
Speaking of frustrations, I just read in our daily paper about a new clinical diagnosis for a problem. Did you ever hear of "false hope syndrome"? The article was about a man who was a life coach but who had a terrible fear of public speaking. He would end up after each lecture drenched in sweat and with a sick stomach.
So, he came up with a plan to cover up the problem. He would wear black clothing so no one could see the sweat stains. He also tried to give himself pep talks before each lecture. He felt better about himself -- right up until his next appearance, when his plan failed.
It would seem to me that this man may have chosen the wrong profession. But, no.
He then came to realize that what he actually suffered from was this new thing called false hope syndrome -- which means you tend to have unrealistic beliefs about what is required to change behavior. The term was coined by some University of Toronto professors based on their research showing that people frequently underestimate the work needed to meet self-improvement goals. It is supposedly also the reason people fail to quit smoking, stick with exercise programs and lose weight.
And speaking of losing weight, my Weight Watcher program is continuing to work its magic, however very slowly. The Man of the House is a big help since he is willing to eat any of the new recipes that have been tried.
He actually gained three pounds recently -- mostly due to eating a lot of poppy seed bread that I had made when grand daughter Kristine was here for a week. He has since confessed the error of his ways and has been hitting the raw veggies or pretzels for snacks instead.
It also challenged our diets when we had our friends Bob and Jayne here for three days right after Kristine left. They were on their way home from nine weeks in Florida in their RV, going back to Hocking County, Ohio.
I cooked a big Mexican meal one night and we went out for lunches and one breakfast. The last night they were here we had a "leftover banquet." We basically just cleaned out the refrigerator and everyone nuked a plate of whatever sounded good to them.
Weight matters would have been worse, but we managed to do a lot of hiking on two of the days, getting in at least three miles each day. And then there is always that walk with our dog.
My original three-month plan has ended, so now I am just going month by month until my goal is reached. That could be a long time at the rate I'm going.