What have I been doing when I wasn’t blogging?
There were quirky computer problems, stuff you couldn’t quite get a handle on, and maybe it was just a matter of not enough RAM for the way we live.
Around about the end of January, I just quit trying. I had a subscription to ancestry.com, and I quit using that, too … and when it came up for renewal, I didn’t renew it.
Meanwhile, my youngest son (he’ll be 18 on Reformation Day) got “Smallville Season 1” for Christmas. Smallville’s a TV show about Clark Kent (Superman) as a teenager. Here’s their MySpace page http://www.myspace.com/smallville
After we finished watching Season 1, we borrowed Seasons 2 & 3 at the library. Early this spring Circuit City put seasons 2-4 on sale and we bought them and watched again, then bought Season 5 at Meijer and then Season 6 at Target.
This Summer we watched all the way through Seasons 1-6 AGAIN.
September 9th Season 7 was released on DVD. Youngest son pre-ordered it at Best Buy, and picked it up that day after he reported for U.S. Navy DEP.
Youngest son is in the Delayed Entry Program (DEP) for the U. S. Navy. That is another problem we solved this summer — how to pay for college.
Youngest son also installed more RAM (80 gig, I think) in my laptop computer in August, and he also built for himself (but I get to use it too) this incredibly fast screamin’ machine I am blogging from in front of our new 40″ HDTV.
So, I’m back with ancestry.com now and I have reconnected with my cousins and discovered a mess of new info. Plus, youngest son had to go get permission to join the Navy signature from my ex, whom we hadn’t seen in like 7 years, and I got from him the genealogy his grandfather had typed from his research in the Netherlands in the 1950s, and I posted all that at ancestry.com.
And we watched Smallville Season 8 Episode 1 on TV this past Thursday night. Smallville is awesome in HD
And youngest son is back in school, a Senior, taking Physics and Phys. Ed, among other things.
And I’m back heavy into genealogy, and just beginning to blog again, and happy as a clam at high tide (or is it low tide — I can never remember which is the way that saying goes).
So that’s the story.