During the night, I realized that I made a serious mistake yesterday with the Microsoft support guy. He had me buy a new Windows contract and a new Word contract. I remember being vaguely niggled by the understanding that the computer was working before. In the middle of the night, I realized that the agent had 'conned' me into buying a new window operating system and a new professional word program to the tune of $779. I put 'con' in quotes because I believe he did it innocently. At least, I am going to assume he is innocent until proven guilty.
Before working on Mike's tablet, I asked him what my lifetime contract with his company meant. Was it my lifetime or the lifetime of the computer? He laughed at the suggestion that it might be my lifetime. Nonetheless, he assumed that Mike's contract expired with his lifetime. Hmmm! I assumed he hasn't faced this situation before. It was he who told me that Mike bought a three-year contract for the professional Word program. If it was good for three years, it would be good till 2021. I don't know how many months that is. He has the record. However, he told me that this operating system contract was a lifetime contract. Therefore, it is good until the table dies- not Mike.
I assumed that this agent was used to people who buy secondhand computers that must be stripped and then reloaded. But that's not the case here. I didn't need the tablet stripped. Both the operating system and the professional Word were still good. Thinking ahead, I am assuming I can complain to the Microsoft company about this service. This is going to be interesting.
I spent the day cleaning - thoroughly. I did the vacuuming behind the furniture, then vacuumed the furniture and moved it back. Yesterday, I emptied out the bottom of the 'forever closet,' where Mike and I stored supplies. Some of them have outlasted him. When does a joke stop being a joke?
I moved some of the stuff from the closet, paper plates, and napkins into the drawers under my bed, making more room for other things in the 'forever closet. I have a giant economy-size package of napkins from Costco that I will never use before they crumble. There were bottles of wine, soda, and Martinelli's stashed behind one of the sofas on the lanai. I moved the Martinelli's and soda into the closet. I put the wine rack on the eating counter and stored the wine bottles there. It's somewhat decorative. I don't drink, not a drop. I am a very, very cheap drunk and can feel the effects the next day even after just a few sips. It's not worth it.
I did some meditating. My leg hurt after walking for an hour, doing yoga, and then sitting for a long time. Yvette had reclaimed her trigger point gun massager. I looked for the electric massager I bought years ago. I found it. It isn't as good as the trigger point massager, but it solved the problem. As usual, the pain was resolved when I massaged my back, not my leg, glutes, or hip.
Yvette brought up a soup bowl with a portion of the pork Scott had prepared. Two days ago, he asked me for cotton twine to bind the roast while it cooked and offered me some when it was done.
My first reaction was to pass on the offer. I'm not much of a pork eater. Scott said this was a pig he had shot himself. It fed on mac nuts, and the meat was delicious. Just as we are what we eat, they are what they eat too. He told me he would be preparing it in a special sauce with a special name I had never heard before. It would sit in an electric crockpot overnight. It was unbelievably delicious. My first thought, or maybe be my second, was how much Mike would have enjoyed it.
I continued watching MI-5. I'm too lazy to find a more satisfying show.
I started Elsa on the Greenies tonight. Let's see what it does or does not do for her skin condition.
I had a new experience tonight. As I walked out of the library and entered the small hallway which led to the living room, the space felt dead. The only energy in that space was mine. I was truly alone in this house. I haven't felt that way before. I can't say I was sad or scared. I can just say I didn't like it. I was much too much alone.
I gave Mike a piece of my mind. I told him he had an obligation to hang around until my death and not leave me alone. I could feel him shrug. His attachment to the earth was weakening. It wasn't that he wanted to abandon me; he just no longer had the strength to maintain his binding to earth and me.
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Musings:
I watched an episode of M-15, a British counter-intelligence show. The episode was about a group of people that were killing people to protect the unborn. I have not been opposed to abortion. Zola said to me, "It should not be used for birth control." I have to agree with that. I think having an abortion is a significant life decision. The poor woman who has to have one. She is doing terrible damage to her body and her psyche. Those hormones were unleashed upon conception. The woman who needs an abortion is putting herself under major stress.
The pro-abortion movement argues that women should have control over their own bodies. Yes, they should make sure that protection is used when they have sex. That is also having control over their own bodies.
Are there failures of this type of protection? Yes. There is rape. Some men say a woman shouldn't use contraception with them. It makes them less manly. If a woman can show that she did not have control over her own body, she should be entitled to an abortion.
When I was a child, a woman in my neighborhood with five children died giving birth because she had cancer and was not allowed to have an abortion. Hmm! There was a good chance that she would die even before the baby was born. Who would have benefited from that situation?
For me, this means the pro-life movement has put its emphasis in the wrong areas. There should be programs to deal with the kids who are born to these women. There should be programs that help women learn to control their bodies so they don't have unwanted pregnancies.
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