Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes: Marline, Cassie, Mom and Dad, Heather (my sister), Catonya, Andrea, Sara… and all the folks at work. (If I missed anyone: thanks to you too; don’t take it as a slight — just chalk it up to my failing memory — I AM really old now.)
Here’s the beautiful card that Marline sent me (thanks, darling!)
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I was allowed to take the afternoon off of work, partly because it’s my birthday, and partly because I spent a few hours following cops around yesterday evening. They were on a manhunt for the guy who’s suspected of shooting a convenience store clerk last week. They finally caught him at 1:30 a.m. (after I’d given up and gone home.) Also, tomorrow night, I have to go to a Konawa City Council meeting, where they’re planning on forcing their City Manager to resign (he’s only been on the job after a few months, since the council fired their last city manager in October.) It should be fun.
So, this afternoon, I spent part of the time re-reading the glorious inside of the card that Marline sent, and part of the time slapping my computer. That’s right, I slap it sometimes. Call me abusive, but it gets the job done. The mouse quit working, but a few good slaps fixed that. Then, it took nearly an hour to get my scanner to work. Windows XP doesn’t like the software that came with the Hewlett-Packard three-in-one scanner that always worked so well before. Actually, I didn’t like the software either, but I’d grown accustomed to it. Now, the only way I can scan is to go to My Computer, right-click the scanner icon, and use the XP scanning “wizard.” It actually is faster and just as good as the HP software. Who woulda thunk it?
Now, I’m going to burn a few CDs for my Dad. A few years ago, my father dug up an old wire recording of several old-time country songs that HIS father had played and sang on the guitar, back in the 1950s. My Dad paid a man to convert the wire recording to a compact disc. Now, my Dad is selling the CDs through classified ads. I’m the “CD-burner man,” so I get paid a few extra bucks to make the copies.