Posts Tagged ‘Computer’

The missing apostrophe with the raw tuna.

February 5, 2021


One of my friends suggested I update my internet devices. For many years I have had the same computer. For some time now it had to ‘warm up’ and during the last few months this warming up would run into minutes by which time I often I had forgotten what I was going to write, or worse, had fallen asleep.  He suggested I get a laptop which he said ‘ you can carry around and even take it on your walk to the local Don Bradman ‘Stump’ cricket café ‘. I would then of course join the rank of those suave looking young people tapping away on laptops while sipping lattes. It would then also finally give me that demeanour of success. 

I have now a new Dell Intel CORE 17 inspiron 15 5000 laptop which I have started to take downstairs as proof it is a portable device.  If the neighbours happen to walk by and look inside my living quarters they might even see me with the device in my lap, truly proving the portable laptop capabilities.  However, as is so often the case with electronic devices, PHD laden and gifted genies are always proving and often on their nightly prowl, to make things shorter, faster and minimal.   The keyboard is very flash with that metallic polished look and a little square down the bottom that is in lieu of a mouse. One has to maneuver a finger around this square to  point the curser at the desired letter or number. The odd thing is that it did not show an apostrophe. The key sign of the apostrophe is there but it doesn’t appear on the screen when pressed.  A truly masterpiece of shorting and minimalizing. 

I told Annette ( my lovely new best friend of my life, and very female!) about this oddity of the keyboard and she too found it baffling. I have discovered though that when you press the apostrophe and then move the curser to its next inevitable step, it, like magic, the apostrophe appears on the screen. So, even though the apostrophe doesn’t appear when pressed first, in will pop up on the screen when you move the key.

One thing that miffed me a bit is that my fish supplier did not have my yellow fin red tuna. I usually have this thinly sliced raw on my week-end plate together with a bit of wasabi and some soya sauce. I bought a large piece of Tasmanian salmon instead. However, after reading about eating raw fish I was rather taken aback when I learned that the raw fish is not without risk and can include lurking microbes and evil creatures that are waiting to inhabit your stomach. I always liked raw fish, not least the salted herring. I was brought up on raw herrings and so far without any ill effects.  (including the dreaded tape worm that can grow up to 15 meters inside the stomach.) The good news is though, that cooking the fish takes away some of the health benefits of eating raw fish. So there you have it. 

Nothing is perfect, cooked or raw fish, it will always be healthier than McDonalds or take-aways. 


Doctor’s visit.

August 7, 2018

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Years ago  doctors knew their patients. They were called the house doctor. Often they were familiar with the history of ailments or afflictions of the whole family, even to the point of signing off the patient’s death certificate when good health expired and finality had sunk in.

It seems that conversations of people over sixty concentrate on ailments. And as the years go by, increases in volume and intensity. “How is your knee”, I asked a fellow bowler who told me last week he is trying to lose weight. “The less weight above my knees, the better”, he answered. “I ease up on sugar too”, he added. I mumbled something encouraging. Losing weight is what I fought all my life. Even now, I’m still trying to gain weight.

I had to see the doctor last week. A yearly driver’s license physical test is compulsory over 75 years of age. I made an appointment. The secretary told me it would be with Dr Cao. I never heard of him. I never see the same doctor twice. Some new rotating musical chairs is now being played in most Medical Centres. The same experience with my wife. A different doctor each time. House doctors change and go elsewhere, or travel to Italy.

Dr Cao, asked me when I last had a colonoscopy. I did not think renewing a driver’s license would involve bowel searching. He was peering at the computer screen. Most doctors do that. Government health funding allows just a few minutes turn-over per patient. There are no exchanges of pleasantries. The patients’ health records are now downloaded on the computer.  Dr Cao had a nurse checking my vision. One of my eyes is dodgy. I make a point of checking the bottom row of letters after walking in the nurse’s eye chart room. This year she caught me out. “You are not checking the letters, are you”? She said somewhat crabby. I mumbled something incoherent. The prior reference to a colonoscopy  did not boost my confidence. The last colonoscopy At Concord Hospital, NSW nearly ended up in me having an hysterectomy. The name-tag on my wrist had Mrs Mary Overton on it.

I passed my eye test and Dr Cao filled in the form including details of any fainting spells, heart problem, alcoholism, fits of depression or excessive feelings of joy/ exuberance. Dr Cao signed it but did it with a barely repressed sigh. The signed form I took to the NSW Road and Motor transport who renewed my license for another year.  It can’t be easy to be a Doctor. There is little connection now. The patient just sits there. With luck they have showered and the b o hopefully absent. The computer asks for attention and details have to be entered. Not very personal. And then the patients waft their germs and bacteria all over you. I think a bus driver would be nice. Buses often are places of laughter. People also laugh more in supermarkets and at marriage ceremonies.

Doctors’ waiting rooms too need cheering up.

Congratulations, your book “Almost There” is now live and available

April 22, 2016

Almost There

Almost There

It has been done. The book is on Amazon Kindle after days of handwringing accompanied by moments of a sobbing rage spent entangled with computer cables under the table with Milo. He understood and licked my hands. If there is a single thing that could kill off writing it would have to be getting published, even when doing it yourself.

Just try and visualise waves of relief washing over this household. The grass is now greener and all washing dries instantly, despite the rain. The toast doesn’t get burnt and all wine tastes sweet.*Version*=1&*entries*=0

It is now, supposedly, also for sale at this place;

The next job will be to list the book with Amazon ‘Print on Demand’ but will take some time to just relish this moment.

Thank you all for your patience and comfort giving. You have all contributed by your support and kindness.

I now wait for it all to go viral. 😉 (and check the sales coming in, Ha ha)