I wish I knew what was going on. In general. But, specifically, I wish I knew why my computer keeps disconnecting from the Internet every... five minutes, maybe? There must be some way to set/reset that. On Tools. (Or maybe it's a matter of Internet traffic? I'll bet there's been a pile-up someplace.)
Which doesn't mean there IS a way. Just that there SHOULD be one. Then again, maybe it's Alltel doing this.
Did I type "Alltel"? I meant, Windstream, my new ISP. Windstream has a wonderful Help site on which the search box takes you to Internet sites
related to the subject of your inquiry. In other words, someone forgot to set up an actual Help site. Oops. The old "lights are on, but nobody's home" routine.
But the things that have given me the most aggravation to date, new-computer-wise, are the built-in cons. Such as the "register with Rhapsody" window that kept popping up at my free, bundled music program. I almost fell for it ("Sure, I'll register. Why not?"), until I saw that I was signing up for a $10-a-month service I wouldn't want in a million years. Sure, I want to pay $120 a year to sample all the thudda-dump-CRASH! hits coming down the line, all aimed at people 1/2 my age. Suuuuuure, I do.
I figured out how to make the box go away. Then I eliminated a second Rhapsody notice. Meanwhile, I uninstalled the "order Norton now" feature. I have my own anti-virus, HP. But, thanks. So, things are quieter now.
The bottom line is, it's O.K. if they want to sell me stuff, but what's with this deception? Why make it seem as if I HAVE to go to such-and-such a site and order some useless service? How about honest advertising?
Oh, wait--there's no such thing. I forgot. Hello.
So, I've survived my first several days on this PC without buying crap I don't need. Take that, HP.
In other news, Bev's headboard fell on my (irony alert) head. WHAM! I was drilling holes in order to connect it to the frame, and the battery-powered drill wasn't doing squat. So Bev brought up the plug-in drill--three seconds, and I was through the wood. What a difference.
However, in the meanwhile I had set the board up fairly straight (to get more oomph, drilling-wise). As I bent down to change the drill bit, the board yielded to gravity's lure, and... WHAMMO! Boy, did it hurt. We were sure lumps and/or bruises would form, but...
Not a mark.
My head's a little sore, sure, but no marks of any kind. The next time anyone refers to my "thick skull," I'll say, "Yes, it is."
But the real news--we got our first snow. And I managed to photograph some of it before it melted away. The window wasn't very wide once the sun arrived. Wish I'd gotten some earlier shots, but these tell the cold, cold story:

Our snow-covered Windstar, with Perry posing on the grass. It was completely covered at one point. The pre-sunrise point, to be specific.
Here's another view of the Windstar:

Are these shots exciting, or what? And here's my Taurus, which got a slightly thicker dusting:

About 20 minutes later, it was all gone. As if it had never been there.
Ah, but these photos bear digital witness to our first snowfall. Or the first one to stick, anyway.
This blog-witness account brought to you by... Rosie.
"Melt, snow, Melt! I command you!"--Queen RosieLee