Monday, February 4, 2013

Eureka!

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Okay, an hour or two more digging, tinkering, checking updates, looking over this and that.  I kept checking the iStore, to see if anything had changed.  Then again, I never did find a problem.  Finally, in pure frustration, I simply clicked on one of the empty spots I was supposed to fill in and started typing.  There was no indication that the box was active, no blinking cursor or any other type of hint.  As I typed, my name showed up!  Gah!  Okay, whatever.  So, I filled out the required boxes and sent it in, then did the email confirmation dance, and voila, I now have iTunes and access to the iStore.  *sigh*  Even when it is easy, it just doesn't seem like it.

Now I need to figure out how to upload what I have on CDs, cross over what I purchased at Amazon, and then load my iPod, and... that should be that.  How long have I been trying to get this done?  Didn't I suspect it was a memory issue long ago?  I knew XP wasn't updating (in part due to the clock issue, which is battery driven, which I still haven't replaced (if that is in the works), but just as likely it was choking on too little memory as well).  The thing is, when I am deep in illness, knowing, or much worse, suspecting, is almost worthless.  Those things are like shadows in a cave, at night, from a fire... no form or certainty, even direction can be misleading.  I can't drive my body to get to things, and more I can't drive my mind to believe or risk trying.  With mind, body, and spirit all on a higher phase, and two of those most likely to be climbing nearly vertically until I plateau, with the latter being very strong (if prone to hiccups still), the future looks bright.  Plus, the sun is shining today.

Well, on to my... tasks.  Perhaps I will have my iPad loaded and ready for my swim tomorrow.  Hmm, while I am thinking about that I do believe I will get it plugged into one of the USB ports.  While I now think this is all possible, I have no idea how much real time it will take.  I am not even going to venture a guess.  Not... even... going there! 

Later.

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