I have had so many problems with Microsoft Office '97. On my old version, I could bring up my old entry as text in Word, and then edit, save as HTML and upload to this site as my page entry.
Not any more apparently. I have been fiddling with this program for most of the evening and will have to give up and upload the finished page later! Progress, bah! Humbug!
I must be the only one who wants to see progress go in the other direction. I mean, I love the computer age and I love all the technology that is now available at the drop of a finger,,,but. Just when I get completely comfortable with a program - it changes! I don't want all the bells and whistles - I like the horse and buggy version. But there seems to be no reasoning with Bill Gates. Newer is better and we had better get used to it. Every year. At the bare minimum. And I know that this program is probably going to just tickle me when I get all the kinks worked out, but for now - it is an irritant with a capital "I".
You know though, now that I think about it, I am the same way about just about anything that involves change. Take make-up, for instance. Now that is one of my greatest peeves. Just when I get the color lipstick to match the blush and the eyeshadow is blended with the two aforementioned colors so as to appear completely natural - They discontinue the line and start with the newer "season" colors. Arrrrhhhhgggg. I hate change. Especially when it's on my face. And has anyone else ever wondered who "they" are that make all these decisions for change?
But, I think the most difficult change for me to adjust to is that caused by the aging process. I have a hard enough time keeping up with what my face looks like and adjusting to the constant gravitational effects upon it without having to constantly find a shade of makeup that looks "natural" (?) and enhances what features I still want accentuated.
Am I anti--aging? No! I think I have earned these "Golden Years" that I am fast approaching. I just wish my body wore a little better than cotton denim (constant fading). I have always admired women older than myself. I think I always was looking for a role model. But now - the "Older Woman" has made it big in our culture. And she looks like Diane Keaton, Goldie Hawn and Cher. I, on the other hand, look like Phylis Dillar (no disrespect meant to this talented lady!); I think you get my point.
Why couldn't some of our prettiest and most admired older women have been a little more, ah, um, er, "weathered" around the gills? Now my mate thinks that I should age no faster than one of them. That puts an awful responsibility on my exercise regime and face cream. And, sometimes, I wonder what I would look like if I had personal trainers, makeup artists, cosmetologists, etc., ect. But then, that is probably just an excuse I delude myself with to feel better.
Ooohhhh, but that brings up another important issue I want to mention. Exercise. When I was young, I didn't exercise. I just lived! And had a wonderful time doing it! There was horseback riding (a former passion), walking, swimming, diving, dancing (not ballet - !rock'n'roll!) and chores. There was also running after two very rambunctious little boys who thought their entire purpose in life was to keep Mommy thin, trim, and a little off her rocker. And there was gardening and yard work; the list goes on and on. I didn't belong to a gym and I didn't worry about aerobics. I don't need to, I was just too busy. So why does everyone now have to exercise to keep fit and trim? And I am no exception either, by any means. I honestly sometimes wonder if they haven't done something to our food. You know, a conspiracy theory between the food and drug administration and the exercise clubs. Pumping our food full of calories that don't show up until a month or so after they are consumed. And putting them in those foods I like the best - lettuce and other green, leafy vegetables. (tongue in cheek?)
Either way, I find that every evening I must take a ride on this exercise thingy called a Healthrider. I must admit though, I really love the little gadget. It is practically the only form of exercise (aside from swimming) that my body will now tolerate so I am grateful for it's invention and recent addition to our bedroom, but, do you know what? Whenever I am on it rowing away I daydream of the horse, the trees, the brook and the smell of Autumn---of those "good 'ol days" when I didn't have to exercise.
Well, I had better say goodnight to my computer and cuddle up with a little low fat Haegen-Daas. (tongue now sticking completely through cheek) After all, as Scarlet said "there's always tomorrow", or something to that effect. And who knows? Maybe they will come up with a new makeup that absorbes calories. One can only wish!
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