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04:02 PM - 04/21/2006

The topic: It’s not going well


Formatting, reinstallation of Windows was a breeze.  Got all the hardware and peripherals working with minimal trouble. From start to finish, two and a half to three hours.

Then it was time to reinstall some of the programs.   I couldn’t access them on the backup drive.  I didn’t save them as data files, they were saved as burned images.  Now I have to go back to square one.  Turn the backup files back into what my hard drive looked like yesterday.   And then, I’ll try saving my files again, only this time, to a DVD disk or something.  *sigh* And once that’s done, I’ll start all over!  Crap.

Funny thing, I thought I had saved most of what was there as data files.  Twice.  In different directories.  And it pisses me off that apparantly I didn’t.

Right now, I’m trying to burn a restore disk so that I can access the backup files.  And I can’t get the damned thing to burn.  Grrrrr…..

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08:41 AM - 04/21/2006
We found a dime and a quarter on our walk this morning
The current weather is overcast with a heavy marine layer, a little drizzle

The topic: While I wait for the backup to finish


And when the backup finishes I’ll start the descent into the blackhole of reformatting and setting all of the programs I use back up, here’s a little kitty cat update.

Katie was getting extremely difficult to pill and she still had the blood in her urine.  It was simple enough to pop the pill down her throat, I’d catch her sleeping.  Well, she quit sleeping.  She’d see me coming, then take off.  Yesterday morning, I tried a Pill Pocket (I got them a while back).  She went for it.  She ate one last night.  She had one this morning.  Hopefully, she won’t catch on that there’s medicine in that smooshy treat. 

It’s kind of funny to watch her eat one, it reminded me of the candy, Dots.  You know how it gets stuck on your teeth and it takes forever to scrape off with your tongue?  That’s what Katie eating the treat reminded me of.

I took Ciara to my chiropractor last Monday, it helped her a lot.  She’s still pretty sore, I did get a med refill from the vet, but he does not want her getting this stuff every day.  I guess it’s not good for the kidneys or something.  Anyway, I haven’t given her any of the refill, but I have been massaging her back.  I was supposed to take her back today, but I don’t think I’ll have the time, unless the reformatting goes very smoothly, which I highly doubt. 

I will take her in Monday if I don’t make it today.

Benny has started to do the dominate thing with the other cats.  He mounts them.  I don’t know where this is coming from, he’s never done this before.  I hope it’s not some sort of physical problem.

You may have noticed a new kitty cat on the catcam chair.  That’s Marco.   Brian and I spend our evenings back here in the office and recently, Marco started coming back here, too.  And he can be a pest.  He likes to walk from one desk to the other, he’ll lay down and grab the fingers operating a mouse and just hold on.  Eventually, he’ll lay down, but there are many cries of “Marco, stop it!” until he does.  Frustrated, I picked him up and put him in the empty catcam chair.  It would seem he liked it there, because every once in a while, he’s back in it. 

That’s nice.

So, back to watching the backup.  It took over fifteen minutes this morning to boot up.  That’s not good. That’s not good at all.

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