Our little Foster is ready to show his support for the Seattle Seahawks as they take on Los Angeles this Sunday at 3:30 p.m. for the NFC championship.
I purchased the jersey for Foster the year Seattle won the Super Bowl. So, it has been waiting for 12 years in the cupboard for another coming-out party.
Seattle won the Super Bowl in 2014, defeating the Denver Broncos.
Foster seemed quite happy to wear his jersey when we went for a walk through the woods yesterday.
My friend Judy and her best friend.
I stopped by Judy's new home yesterday and left with a grow light which she offered to me for my winter gardening.
Judy is an amazing artist who does beautiful rural and local scenes, especially old barns.
Her artwork is available at Northwest Handmade in downtown Sandpoint.
Thanks again, Judy.
I didn't sleep well last night.
In this age of almost total computer dependence, it's not easy to go to sleep when you have opened your laptop to your usual web browser and have discovered that it has a whole new look and even a requirement to decide on a profile before it will open.
Once you've decided that it's not gonna let you in the door until you pick an "original profile" or create a new one, you play it safe and punch "original profile."
Then a window opens, telling you what's going to happen with your data like bookmarks, passwords, etc.
Still feeling flummoxed with these new scenes flashing on the screen but, seeing that your bookmarks and passwords seem to have been checked off, you click on something somewhere on that page. (It all becomes murky at this point).
And, then, my friends, you learn that your bookmarks and passwords for that particular browser, which is where you do most of your work, were not saved.
This all happened so fast and so unexpectedly last night that I am still reeling about my unfortunate choices while navigating this unplanned revelation from Mozilla Firefox that I had entered all new territory.
With shock and not-at-all-fun awe riveting through my body, partially paralyzing my brain and turning my fragile stomach into one big knot, I switched into desperation mode, thinking about retrieving my most-used sites AND their passwords.
Gmail came first.
Over the last year, I have had to change my Gmail password a few times, thanks to unscrupulous gremlins who like to strike from time to time.
Well, apparently, I could not remember my most recent password because every variety I could think of was rejected.
AND, I discovered that there is no way with Google was going to allow me to change my password.
So, I've hit a brick wall there.
Fortunately, for desperation, I still have Gmail on my phone and my older laptop.
Over the course of all my efforts, I ran into the same brick walls with every site I use related to Google.
Long story short, there's trouble in Lovestead City and it ain't fun.
While trying to sleep last night, I thought of all the reasons my Gmail is very important to me---the addresses, the contacts, the notifications of bills being charged and paid electronically, etc.
I also run my raw photos through Gmail while preparing blog posts. Fortunately, there are other ways I could still get the photos to the blog.
One needs organization and ease at calling upon sites to put together blog posts, and right now, some of my sites may be inaccessible for a while. It's not very efficient to have to use three devices to do a blog post.
I was trying to think last night, while trying to get to sleep, if this problem rivals the day in late 2024 when I lost all my data---pictures, written material, etc. Joel, the computer wizard, was around to guide me through that debacle. Happily but expensively (about $1,000), I was able to have the data recovered.
This one doesn't seem so easy, and I'm thinking that the onslaught of AI is driving some of these unwelcome surprises for my old brain.
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Anyway, I've been outside a couple of times this morning mulling over these new problems since writing the above.
Last night, in my sleeplessness, I sent a "Help!" note to Debbie and Annie, asking for guidance. Debbie directed me to my older laptop and said to change the password there.
I chose, however, to wait until morning for the possibility of a little less disturbing clutter in my mind. Then, I chose to wait some more but finally opened the older HP to Gmail and then to my account.
Lo and behold! The password was there!
So, I came back to this computer, typed in the password and instantly came out of my overnight mental distress. Gmail opened, and I will definitely write that password in at least a dozen places.
Meanwhile, Apple decided to update my phone yesterday. Like Firefox, the phone has a host of new features and new ways to do old things that I thought were just fine the way they were.
I discovered on one of my outside trips that taking a picture on the Iphone has even changed. So, there's an abundance of tech work for me to do over the next few days to get myself back on track.
In this Trumpian world where things change by the day, the hour, the minute and sometimes even the millisecond, I don't need these 'puter/phone problems to add to the fun.
I've often prided myself in keeping fairly up-to-date on technology and problem-solving, but the times, they are a-changing.
Like Trump, the new challenges are here so I'll just have to grin and bear them and do my best to figure out how things on my devices are going to work.
Guess that's my soapbox for the morning.
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The good news is that Willie has a game tonight, and it's at home. The Bulldog boys tip off at 5:30 p.m., and the Girls Varsity game follows.
Which brings to mind another tech nightmare.
I won't be worrying about Hudl.com streaming tonight, and if I need to leave the game 11 seconds before it ends like Hudl did last time, I'll make that decision on my own.
It should be a barn burner cuz a tough Lewiston Bengals team is coming to meet the Bulldogs at Les Rogers Court.
Good luck to both the men's and women's varsity squads.
GO, BULLDOGS!!!!
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Also, congratulations to the movie Train Dreams for its Best Picture, Cinematography and Best Song Academy Award nominations.
If you haven't yet seen the movie, which is set in the Bonners Ferry and Eastern Washington areas, it's available on Netflix as well as in theaters.
Meadow Creek, Idaho, has made the big time!
Happy Friday.
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