Last week my computer was acting up and for it I am grateful.
It came up with a message about Windows not starting, offered a few possible reasons and suggested a few possible ways to get it started.
This scared me.
The last known settings option worked, and that's wonderful, but what did it mean?
Would it always be so, or was there a slow, lingering death awaiting it?
Because I had Windows XP, and because said OS is going to be not supported after next month, and because the computer is seven years old I had some obvious questions for the techies.
The upshot was finding and curing the problem, stripping the old OS, cloning the hard drive and putting in the new OS was about two-thirds the cost of buying a new computer.
So I bought. It's a lenovo (lowercase L is right in front of me) all -in-one. It's just a monitor with guts and that takes adjustment.
Meanwhile, the old one turned out to likely just have some corrupted files. If I'd had the courage to do a system restore I likely would have saved myself money and fretting.
I don't care.
I have the old one which will be set up downstairs once we make a place for it.
So I spent money I didn't have to for something I don't need and yet I am grateful.
I'd need to get a new computer at some point anyway, and certainly I'd need a new OS soon, we did it without losing anything, and we have two computers.
The new OS takes some learning. I do not care for the pictures program, but I am confident it can be learned without too much swearing.
The thing that had to be done someday is now done and largely behind me, and for that I am grateful.
Over the years I've known people who let their fear of how they think others see them get in their way.
That is, they refuse to try anything new lest they not be perfect at it.
I am grateful I am not that way.
Oh, sure there are some things I have more sense than to try. It's not because of how big a fool it'll make me look, it's because sometimes it's the little voice warning me off.
I pay attention to the voice.
Said voice has been eerily silent when it comes to drawing.
Art is not my thing.
Neither is music, but it did not stop me from teaching myself rudimentary guitar. While I'm not good at it, playing fires up my brain and I think better, do better, and write better.
If I'm having trouble writing I'll strum a few chords or pick out a melody and soon the problem is solved, or as happens now and again, forgotten.
This brings me to drawing.
A few weeks ago I had a picture in mind to do with a scene I was writing. I had the urge to draw it. Further, I had the urge to draw it properly rather than a render a few scrawls that would shame any self-respecting refrigerator.
This led me down a most wonderful path. The web is filled with sites dedicated to drawing and how to do it. I looked up several of them and played around. I've sketched howling wolves and hawks and noses and ears and eyes and dragons, and well, you get the idea.
It feels good.
I'm enjoying myself and it's one more way to express myself. I sketched out the scene I had in my mind and added a few things not in the original version.
That was fun.
I have a pencil, an eraser, and scrap paper.
It's all I need and I'm having fun.
I am grateful for that and for not letting lack of talent hold me back.
See for yourself:
Essential oils are wonderful and useful as all get out. I'm pleased with a number of them, but this week my focus is on mint.
It worked wonders on me.
The nerve cut during my hernia operation in June started waking up right on schedule in mid-December.
I'm grateful for this, don't get me wrong, but it hurt. While not debilitating there were days when I wondered if the amount of pain was normal and should I see a doctor about it?
Meanwhile, I'd been using peppermint oil (Mentha piperita) ) on occasion for digestive issues and it's always good for breathing. I'd gone to a local store to get some and there learned mint was good for pain relief, notably arthritis, as well.
This was news to me so I checked it out on myself.
One day while I was contemplating going to a doctor about the nerve pain I wondered if it would help.
It did, and then some.
I played with a few other oils like wintergreen (Gaultheria procumbens) which did well as well, and Sweet Orange Oil (Citrus sinensis) which in my case was useless.
But it all came back to mint.
I used it for about a month although I did switch it with wintergreen on occasion as I have read that mint is not great for one's heart if one uses it too long.
Then one day the pain was barely noticeable. I have the occasional twinge as the area isn't done healing, but I don't need anything on it anymore, and for that I am grateful.
*This is anecdotal to me. It is not intended as medical advice and neither should it be construed as such.