There was a time when it was new computer excitement.
I believe I have finally reached Olde and Grumpee.
Anyway, the new laptop arrived today and it's my first foray into winders ate pint wun. It's different, which can be a challenge for the Olde and Grumpee.
But not so bad so far.
What is so bad so far is the dern keyboard. CLUNKVILLE!
I si[[odr it's just a marrwe opf gettina isrd tp irt.
Which translates to:
I suppose it's just a matter of getting used to it.
And of "eyeballin' them keys" as my 9th grade typing teacher, Mr. Brohrs, put it. Mr. Brohrs was a Marine. Nothing "former" about it. He took a dim view of "eyeballin' them keys."
So I'm feeling a tad bit guilty and kind of scrunching up my shoulders just now. But my fingers are already starting to find their own way around. Hinest! (Honest!).
As long as I'm complaining, I'm still on the mend from the recent bout of bronchitis. Took a lot out of me and I hate that. Shouldn't be winded after four miles of prairie hiking. At least not as winded as I was today. Ah well, it'll come back. I hope.
I took the opportunity, while doing range monitoring, to throw myself down in the soft, cool western wheatgrass and chill. Before long a few cows and calves wandered over to see if I was really dead. I wasn't.
Over the hill there were a bunch of showy coreopsis.
On the way back to my pickup I took a shortcut (actually a longcut, but who's counting?) through a field of just headed winter wheat. Much to my delight I found a ladybeetle gobbling up itty-bitty aphids.
Which was nice. Very nice.
Spent a lot of time today thinking about my friend Karyn who lost her Dad yesterday. I'd give anything to be able to ease her pain, but of course I can't. Good thing I don't have that kind of power anyway. I'd make a hell of a mess.
The funeral is Friday up in the Black Hills National Cemetery. Long haul but a pretty drive.
Pretty sunset this evening.
Sometimes the best sunset show is over your shoulder.