I was excited to get a new computer 
for the Workshop.  
We were afraid the old one was 
nearing death and certainly 
couldn't take the chance that the end 
would come during our
busiest time before the holidays.
 During the last week, Lou has been transferring 
information from the old to the new. 
 
I heard him muttering to himself...alot.
The router in the shop , which worked before it 
was unplugged, didn't work when 
it was plugged back in. New router purchased 
but the signal was so much stronger 
than the old one that it kept 
knocking me off the laptop in the house 
because the laptop couldn't decide 
which router it wanted to use, 
the one in the house or the one in the shop.
 Many of the programs 
we had were as old as the "old" machine and 
will not work with Windows 10.
It is now set up, to be used. 
But every time I go to do something, 
there always seems to be a problem...
the printer won't print or I can't 
access my emails. I can't find the fonts 
I want to use in some new sign designs. 
And everything looks different. 
Everyday is a new experience
in frustration.
I, however, am not as calm as my husband.
I don't mutter softly under my breath.
If you happen hear something that 
sounds like screaming or the 
stomping of feet and aren't quite
 sure where it's coming from...
It's probably me.