Rain, Rain . . . . ..
"April showers bring May flowers." Oh, how I wish! But first the rain will have to get rid of the snow on the ground.
The last two days I have been trying to regain access to my Blogger dashboard so I can post a piece. It has been frustrating to say the least. Blogger requested that I use a gmail address with my blog. I guess so all Goggle owned programs usesa gmail account. Well I do have a gmail account I seldom use so I went about replacing my AOl mail address with Blogger. Somewhere along the way it got all screwed up. I went around and around trying to straighten it out. I even cleared my cache and cookies as suggested. I also lowered my firewall protection a little . I made sure my java scripting setting was enabled. For two days this went on all the while being told my username and password don' t match, or worse still the account does not exist. etc., etc., etc.
Finally, a miraculous breakthrough. I get the opening page of the dashboard BUT with an offer to set up a blog. But I have no way of accessing the blog I have been maintaining all these years.
At this point, I realized I had opened an account for "firstname.lastname@example.org" rather than "Philiprobinson2002@gmail.com". There seems to be a solution here. After some more diddling first on AOL Browser and then on the Firefox Browser, all got sorted out.
If I had been able to get Blogger help on the phone I think I would have been abusing some poor tech guy at the other end.
I have also been learning to touch type. I think I will actually do it this time. It too is stressful which I relieve by periodically having to call the pigs home. I seem to be making progress.
When I went to high school only dummies or girls or both took typing. Those of us in the academic stream took Latin instead. We were supposed to learn some lovely penmanship, which was beyond me who was left handed handicapped.Typing was below us.
I went through 8 years of university paying someone to type up my essays (On occasion I wrote them out long hand in my difficult hand writing.) When I got married in the second year of University my wife often did it and increasingly did more as I went further in school. The day I graduated from graduate school I got the word. "I will no longer type anything else for you."
When I took my first job as the minister of a church I spend many hours in my first year teaching myself to type. I tried to learn to use all my finger while looking. I got quite good at it for letter and sermon writing. I was slowed when I had to type a quote into a sermon as I then had to look away from the keyboard.
When I got a computer, after years of not typing much. I found using just two fingers worked for me on the small laptop computer. Until now this is what I have been doing. It works OK but it always frustrates me that I never learned to touch type properly. A couple of years ago, I tried to teach myself to do so but got distracted and went back to two fingers because of Instant Messenger.
Well after a week of a real effort with a free online program, ( not being able to access my blog and it raining outside,) I have made real progress. . . .I thinkI I actually may master this skill. Perhaps, April showers will bring something other than flowers. . . .. 30 word per minute perhaps.