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Recovering from the weekend...
Aug. 21st, 2007 07:06 amI've been fighting an Outlook virus for some time. Finally killed it with ca.com's pest patrol so I'm trying their antivirus. It is being uninstalled as soon as I have the McAfee 30 day trial ready to go. I'm trying to find something that's going to protect me without making my system unusable.
Symantec made my system unusable and didn't protect me from a spam engine in Outlook that made my system REALLY unusable. It's gone.
I tried a lot of different scans and ca.com finally identified an unknown virus in my Outlook that I was able to physically remove myself. But their antivirus blows worse than Symantec. It won't even let me go off my home page without locking up with a "Not Responding" message. Their own program freezes up when I try to click a tab. Turn it off and everything works.
Neither one will load my tablet driver before I log on. Grrr!
I'm going to try McAfee. I'll let you know how that goes.
The weekend
The weekend was exhausting. My sister Sherrie and I traveled to our cousin's funeral together. We drove as far as Davis and stayed at Mike and Katie's house. Katie was off somewhere so it was Mike and the menagarie of pets. They're up to one rescued greyhound, three cats, one snake and a Siberian Dwarf hamster. Poor Olive the greyhound doesn't like it when Katie is gone and had a sour stomach. She had vile gas. Mike took us to dinner for our collective birthdays and we tried to sleep there. Sherrie's husband drove up separately and also spent the night.
It's hard to sleep in a college town on a Saturday night. Partiers across the street kept me awake then my sister couldn't get comfortable and kept walking past my door hitting a creaky board every time that woke me up. The kitten got hungry and his food was in my room so I fed him sometime in the wee hours of the night. No kitties slept with me. :(
Then we got up and drove five hours to the funeral. It was a very nice funeral with people I hadn't seen in over 10 years and a bunch of my cousin's grandkids I'd never met. When they opened the floor for friends and family to speak, I stood up and spoke of how she used to take care of me when I was a child and how she always spoiled me whenever I spent time with her. Before she won Lotto and after, it didn't matter. She always wanted my visit to be the best it could be. And she always fed me. That got some chuckles. I said her food was so good and that she was such a wonderful cook. Lots of nods to that. Then I said that everyone else called her Rose but when I did, she gave me a stern look and said "..marie" every time. I wasn't allowed to call her Rose. I had to call her Rosemarie. There were chuckles at that, too. The minister had been calling her Rose throughout the service but at the end he was making his closing statement and started with "Rose.. or Rosemarie" and looked at me with a smile.
My mom had been unhappy with the communication from the florist and my sister was charged with verifying that our flowers had arrived. We skulked around after the funeral trying to see if we could peek at the cards on the arrangements. There was a beautiful yellow arrangement that seemed to match what she was expecting but we needed to verify for Mom. I didn't see any cards on the arrangements. One of our other cousins overheard a bit of the conversation about it and called out to our cousin's son to verify our flowers had arrived. "Oh, the white roses!" he said. "They're beautiful!" We decided to call the quest finished. I took pictures of all of the flowers and a closeup of the one Mom sent. They were actually pale yellow.
We stayed for three hours at the gathering afterwards and caught up on a lot of news. Several of the cousins have taken Rose up on her college money offer. Two of them in particular have us very proud of them. They grew up dirt poor with no aspirations in the rest of the family. Both of them had kids very young. Both of them looked at our family as inspiration. The second child of my molester is now a family counselor at a children's shelter and is looking to get her PhD in Psychology. My sister once had this girl and her sister come stay with her for a few weeks to try to have them see a different way of living. This one took the bait and is flying! YAY!
The other is one I've always had hope for because she wanted to go to college from the get-go but having a family (five kids, four step-kids) too young left her unable to go for it. She's now a grandmother because her daughter had a child in high school. She's got her own kids all at home and both her older daughters are either in college or about to start. Her grandson and her own last child are both three-years-old. My goodness! She's two years away from her R.N. YES!
Some of the grandkids of the cousin we buried are also looking to get out of their dying meth-infested town. The one son who is doing things with his life has four sons from two failed marriages that never lived there, thank goodness for that! They grew up with some inspiration. They all loved their grandmother very much. It was nice to meet them for the first time. All four of them are very nice young men.
It was inspiring to hear that the kids of the worst addict of the immediate family there are going to college. I wish more of them would.
I'd printed four copies of a photo of their mother's entire family when she was in her teens and put them in frames I'd picked up on clearance sale last week. They'd never seen it before and all four of them were spellbound when I handed it to them. It had their grandfather in it so I knew they never would have seen it. Their grandfather was a horrible sexual abusive brute who really "liked" little girls. They never really knew him. Their mother hated him with a passion. Even if you know someone was a monster, if you've got his nose or something it's nice to see where it came from. Their dad looked at it and I said, "That's what she looked like when you first fell in love, isn't it?" He agreed.
Their song was "Can I Have This Dance For the Rest of My Life." Isn't that sweet? They were married 47 years.
We then drove over six hours to get home. Ugh. I'm still tired.
Symantec made my system unusable and didn't protect me from a spam engine in Outlook that made my system REALLY unusable. It's gone.
I tried a lot of different scans and ca.com finally identified an unknown virus in my Outlook that I was able to physically remove myself. But their antivirus blows worse than Symantec. It won't even let me go off my home page without locking up with a "Not Responding" message. Their own program freezes up when I try to click a tab. Turn it off and everything works.
Neither one will load my tablet driver before I log on. Grrr!
I'm going to try McAfee. I'll let you know how that goes.
The weekend
The weekend was exhausting. My sister Sherrie and I traveled to our cousin's funeral together. We drove as far as Davis and stayed at Mike and Katie's house. Katie was off somewhere so it was Mike and the menagarie of pets. They're up to one rescued greyhound, three cats, one snake and a Siberian Dwarf hamster. Poor Olive the greyhound doesn't like it when Katie is gone and had a sour stomach. She had vile gas. Mike took us to dinner for our collective birthdays and we tried to sleep there. Sherrie's husband drove up separately and also spent the night.
It's hard to sleep in a college town on a Saturday night. Partiers across the street kept me awake then my sister couldn't get comfortable and kept walking past my door hitting a creaky board every time that woke me up. The kitten got hungry and his food was in my room so I fed him sometime in the wee hours of the night. No kitties slept with me. :(
Then we got up and drove five hours to the funeral. It was a very nice funeral with people I hadn't seen in over 10 years and a bunch of my cousin's grandkids I'd never met. When they opened the floor for friends and family to speak, I stood up and spoke of how she used to take care of me when I was a child and how she always spoiled me whenever I spent time with her. Before she won Lotto and after, it didn't matter. She always wanted my visit to be the best it could be. And she always fed me. That got some chuckles. I said her food was so good and that she was such a wonderful cook. Lots of nods to that. Then I said that everyone else called her Rose but when I did, she gave me a stern look and said "..marie" every time. I wasn't allowed to call her Rose. I had to call her Rosemarie. There were chuckles at that, too. The minister had been calling her Rose throughout the service but at the end he was making his closing statement and started with "Rose.. or Rosemarie" and looked at me with a smile.
My mom had been unhappy with the communication from the florist and my sister was charged with verifying that our flowers had arrived. We skulked around after the funeral trying to see if we could peek at the cards on the arrangements. There was a beautiful yellow arrangement that seemed to match what she was expecting but we needed to verify for Mom. I didn't see any cards on the arrangements. One of our other cousins overheard a bit of the conversation about it and called out to our cousin's son to verify our flowers had arrived. "Oh, the white roses!" he said. "They're beautiful!" We decided to call the quest finished. I took pictures of all of the flowers and a closeup of the one Mom sent. They were actually pale yellow.
We stayed for three hours at the gathering afterwards and caught up on a lot of news. Several of the cousins have taken Rose up on her college money offer. Two of them in particular have us very proud of them. They grew up dirt poor with no aspirations in the rest of the family. Both of them had kids very young. Both of them looked at our family as inspiration. The second child of my molester is now a family counselor at a children's shelter and is looking to get her PhD in Psychology. My sister once had this girl and her sister come stay with her for a few weeks to try to have them see a different way of living. This one took the bait and is flying! YAY!
The other is one I've always had hope for because she wanted to go to college from the get-go but having a family (five kids, four step-kids) too young left her unable to go for it. She's now a grandmother because her daughter had a child in high school. She's got her own kids all at home and both her older daughters are either in college or about to start. Her grandson and her own last child are both three-years-old. My goodness! She's two years away from her R.N. YES!
Some of the grandkids of the cousin we buried are also looking to get out of their dying meth-infested town. The one son who is doing things with his life has four sons from two failed marriages that never lived there, thank goodness for that! They grew up with some inspiration. They all loved their grandmother very much. It was nice to meet them for the first time. All four of them are very nice young men.
It was inspiring to hear that the kids of the worst addict of the immediate family there are going to college. I wish more of them would.
I'd printed four copies of a photo of their mother's entire family when she was in her teens and put them in frames I'd picked up on clearance sale last week. They'd never seen it before and all four of them were spellbound when I handed it to them. It had their grandfather in it so I knew they never would have seen it. Their grandfather was a horrible sexual abusive brute who really "liked" little girls. They never really knew him. Their mother hated him with a passion. Even if you know someone was a monster, if you've got his nose or something it's nice to see where it came from. Their dad looked at it and I said, "That's what she looked like when you first fell in love, isn't it?" He agreed.
Their song was "Can I Have This Dance For the Rest of My Life." Isn't that sweet? They were married 47 years.
We then drove over six hours to get home. Ugh. I'm still tired.
