January 27, 2015 - Tuesday
22 degrees/calm/cloudy
Pentoga Road

I think I'm going to take a break from writing and taking pictures for a bit. The I and K keys on my new Chromebook computer decided to quit working yesterday. It's under manufacturer's warranty, but I found out that it has to be shipped from a Best Buy store. Thankfully, Neighbor Mike is coming down this way tomorrow for a couple of days of ice fishing and will drop the computer off at a store in Marquette. They'll ship it out, then have Hewlett/Packard send it directly back to the house. It all works, it's just frustrating.

Work continues on the Mac.Vince shipped out the logic board to a person who re-solders those things. It seems it had run so hot that some of the circuits had come loose. The long and short of it all is that I hope both computers show up at our door about the time we arrive home from our vacation. 

 I'm getting by with this very small Toshiba that runs Windows 7, one of the most worthless pieces of software ever developed. But, it's doing what it was purchased to do many years ago... it's a good backup and right now, it's doing its job. I will do the majority of my grading on the big 38 inch monitor on my desk using my old desk top computer... that still runs Windows XP. Hey, it works. The only difficulty with using the big screen is that I have to turn my head back and forth to read each line. It's like sitting in the front row at the movie theater.

Pictures are difficult for me to see on this small screen and the print is even more difficult. I have it enlarged as much as possible, so much so, that the page goes back and forth, much like a typewriter carriage used to on the old manual models.

There's not much to write about anyway these days. We're buried right into the heart of winter in the North Country. Need I say more? 

So, I'll be back, but I'm fairly certain it won't be tomorrow or the day after; maybe when I get a computer or two back and running on all cylinders again. Just know that there's a high probability that I'm either out in search of meat for the table, grading assignments, or thinking deep thoughts, often directly after lunch with my eyes closed. It's the way I roll.

Time to throw a log on the fire.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...