Fio In Survival Mode

ANGER, ANGER, ANGER! Fio was suckered into buying a Mac with the promise that she could also continue using her PC, but it turns out that isn't so without a great deal of stupid password and ID nonsense, which drives heri crazy. She knowsd the kids, all Mac fans, thought they were doing a good deed by luring Mom into the fold, but Mom is NOT happy, an she's very nervous about Elder Son flying back to Minnesota tomorrow--who will she turn to when she's locked out of her gmail again? Or when the strange delete arrangement eats up what she just wrote?

Son has been kind and patient, but the simple truth is that Fiorella is not an IT person and doesn't remember instructions well because there are so many of them and nothing makes any sense. She can decorate the hell out of a house or a yard, manage a check book like a pro, write wonderful twisted plots, and maintain friendships for decades, but she struggles in the digital world.

Fio will do her best to make a friend of this MacAir thing, which Son chose with love and care, but it has sharp edges which bite into her wrists, there's no division in the box at the bottom of the screen, and there's an annoying line of colorful icons running at the bottom of the screen.

In catch-up news, Son ate every crumb of the pound cake Fiorella baked a while back so she figures it was at least passing. Hmm...there are a couple of boxes of gingerbread cake mix in la despensa too.

Another catch up--remember when Fio's HOA was all het up about the possibility of non-residents driving through the neighborhood? Well, they lost that battle and not only is a pass-through road being built between our neighborhood and the one next door, but the low-water crossing is going to be enlarged and raised to street level. Fio applauds both actions, even though the bridge will be on her property.