A stressful day finally resolved

Yesterday was pretty much a wasted day that left us drained. When I turned on my Mac in the early morning to get my email, the computer refused me entrance to mail and told me my version was incorrect.First I tried to fix it. Then Woody tried to fix it.  At 12:30, we had to drive to Orleans – two towns over. I had lost my distance glasses and also needed my every 8 to 10 weeks haircut. When we came back, I called Apple, sat on the line for 20 minutes and finally got a guy who worked with me for over an hour but couldn’t fix it.Woody took over.  Waited on line forever, then got another guy who was slightly more helpful than the first guy. Woody followed instructions.  It went on and on.  I made supper. I was too nervous to eat and Woody was so nervous he ate too much.Apple called back.  New instructions.  Nothing worked. Then the newest guy put Woody in touch with the senior mail techie who finally gave us instructions that fixed the problem after he called back twice with new fixes.  He said it was a problem that had begun the night before and we were the first people to call in with it.  Finally at nine o’clock that night the problem was fixed although I now have to reset all my options to what I like.  Small price to pay for having my computer functional again.I have to say after 30 years of using Microsoft, that this was much better.  They were all in the States, they all spoke English, they all tried very hard to help and did not give up and kept moving us further up the hierarchy to the top guy in that department. I am appreciative.  But it was a stressful and exhausting day. I slept from 11:30 pm to 8:10 am in spite of cats trying to get me up.Cats can tell time. They know that I normally get up at 7.  They know that at 11 am I have to do something to my eyes and then they get treats.  They know that at 5, they should get their supper.  They know that at 10 pm, the 6 cats split a jar of babyfood [which has any medications they are taking in their portion].  If something doesn’t happen on time, one of them comes to get me, to admonish me, to jump start me or Woody.  If that doesn’t work, they come by twos, threes, fours.  They don’t give up until what was supposed to occur finally happens.We are having work done on the driveway in a couple of weeks, so we have to move a bunch of plants. The red terrace under the sugar maples is going to vanish, and so is the island in the middle of it planted with hostas, bulbs and goatsbeard.  We need a turnaround.  We live on a hill and backing down the drive in winter is very tricky. I can’t do it at all, and Woody ended up in our lower garden two winters ago and had to be towed out.I have been writing poems instead of short stories this week.  I was afraid I had lost them in the mishigas yesterday, but they are still on my computer. A great relief.  I hate losing poems.  I can never reconstruct lost poems the way they were.We have been talking together about our lives and what we need to change in ourselves and our habits and activities – being that time of year, High Holidays, when we make our resolutions, do tashlich and attempt to view ourselves rigorously and commit to changes.  Whether we carry out our intentions is another matter, of course.  But we commit to trying.