Everything seems to be conspiring against me writing this morning – well, maybe not everything, but certainly Microsoft, which resents my determination not to pay for Office 365, but continue to use the version of Office which I bought in good faith ten years ago, and which I have always found perfectly adequate for my needs. In revenge, it periodically tells me it has to reconfigure Office, and this morning I sat in front of the screen for ages getting more and more irritated, and rapidly losing the will to live, let alone write – so much so that I’ve come downstairs and am using the laptop instead.
This isn’t an ideal solution, partly because it requires me to sit on the armchair with the laptop on (surprise, surprise) my lap, which is not healthy in terms of either my posture or my eyesight – both of which cause me problems at this stage in my life. The other issue is that I don’t have any version of MS Office on my laptop any more, because the free trial version of 365 has now expired, and I can’t install my old version because it’s on a CD and there is no CD drive (besides which, no doubt I would get the same ‘configuration’ problems, though it might be quicker because at least the wifi in the front room is better than the study).
So I’m trying to get to grips with Open Office, which I’m sure I’ll get my head around eventually, but at the moment I find myself missing some of the features I’m used to with the MS version – though this is more of an issue with Excel/Calc than it is with Word. This morning I’ve found out how to insert the current date, but I’ve just noticed that I can’t see the wordcount without using the tool bar. That’s going to be annoying.
I was going to say more about the Madwoman in the Attic this morning, but I’ve been distracted by all these irritations and now may just fill in the rest of this post with moaning.
My poor cat joined me in the study just as I’d decided to give up on waiting for Office to configure and come downstairs. I explained to her what I was doing, but she hasn’t come down yet, even though I’ve been here for half an hour. Probably curled up asleep on her special chair. If she was here, of course, she would be trying to sit on my lap – which is currently occupied by… yes that’s correct. And, in another non-surprising surprise move, she has now just walked into the room – when I’m thinking of winding this up and going back upstairs, because that’s where the scanner is, and I’ve just remembered about a photograph I found among the stuff in the study, which I took on Cape Cod in June 1996, almost a quarter of a century ago. Does the message still apply?