That Does Not Compute

That Does Not Compute

I’ve had a computer for more years than I like to count and just yesterday I found out that for all those years, I’ve been doing somethings incorrectly. I was ignorant of the proper use of the computer and its workings. I am a completely at a loss other than to use it as a typewriter, which I must have for the writing for my Blogspot and my daughter-in-law had to set that site up for me. Thank you Renee Largent Beck. The blog has given me something to do in my retirement time. Sometimes it feels more like a burden when I must think of something to share.

It was easy at first sharing family stories. I started sharing a story every day. That soon became too much and I now share posts Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. There are times that I struggle to write something that I feel might interest those readers who take the time to visit my blog. Thank you to those who do. I don’t do the writing for money, but rather to share the thoughts that leak from my memory.

In the past when I wrote and saved my remembrances, I’ve always saved my writing directly onto a flash drive, or shoud I say flash drives. I have stories stored on several flash drives, scattered willy-nilly. Many times I have struggled when I needed to retrieve a certain post. It has been a nightmare.

When my computer man Tom came yesterday to deal with another problem that I was having and as we were talking, he got this look of surprise and almost terror on his face. The last time he was here he advised me to pull all of the items from the scattered stories and put them on a single flash drive, then to make a back-up flash drive. I would have them there for safe keeping. He advised me how to keep things on the computer and not just a flash drive.

His horror was because he found out that I have been saving my stories on a flash drive, bypassing the hard drive of the computer altogether. Like I said, I am ignorant of what a computer can do and have only learned the little bits that I do know on my own.

So after another grueling time of transferring each of the nearly 2,500 poems and stories the task is done.