Imbolc Waxing Bridgit Moon
Some days. You know. This was one. I got the printer cable. Spent another 2+ hours fiddling with the printer. Nothing positive. Still. I know it’s a breed fault, but I do prefer to be competent. At everything I do. Every time. Not perfectionism. It’s competencism. Things don’t have to be perfect, but they have to display my general competence, or else. Well. You may have been down that hole, too. It can get deep.
Then, I went out to check on the bees. I suppose I might have missed something, I did last spring, but I don’t think so. All three dead. Geez. I didn’t stop to diagnose the cause. I just closed the hive boxes up and walked back inside.
I tried yet one more time on the printer. Well, actually, several more times, flailing at different solutions suggested by this website and that. Even went into DOS, foreign territory for me. I got in and got out of DOS unscathed, but no closer to a solution.
If I had any hair left, I’d be pulling it out right about now. Guess I’m gonna have to call Steve again. See if he say some words over the machines, toss some holy byte water at them. I don’t know. An exorcism?
The good thing is. Worked out. Got my endorphins buzzing around the old synapses. Sweat.
Now. I can be philosophical. Never to fail is never to do. Never to do is to be dead. I want to be alive. I want to try things that challenge me. Guess failure is part of that. Gotta be. Otherwise no forward progress. So, I’ve got two challenges ahead: get the packages installed in early April. Do the due diligence before hand to find out what killed the bees. Fix what I can fix. Get the printer installed. One damn way or another.