HELP

Saying for the Day – Never put off until tomorrow what should have been done yesterday.
HELP!
There was a time when I was very good with computers.
I wrote programs and sold them .
It helped put my kids through school.
I knew a whole bunch of computer languages and did programming for insurance offices across Upper Michigan.

That was then.

This is now.
Now I can’t handle the setting up of a simple e-mail account.
At the end of the month I drop my slow SBC DSL line for the really fast Road Runner on cable ( this must be true I saw it on TV).
This means I have to get a new e-mail address.
By point of fact we switched to Road Runner at the start of the month and kept SBC so that I would have a month to let people know about the change in address.

Then I procrastinated!

But last night I finally got around to switching ( I have half a month left).
I carefully typed all the right things in all the right blanks in Thunderbird.
Then I had my daughter send me an e-mail note.
I hit get mail and I got, after a slight passage of time, a time-out error.
No explanation . Just a time-out error.

So I checked all of the entries again.
They all seem to be by the book.
But if everything is perfect why am I getting the error code and not the message?

But it got worse .

I tried to send an E-mail and I got a time-out error message.
Now I can’t send e-mails.
That means I can’t lose my daily million by sending in the wrong numbers.
That’s not fair.
Today I might have had the right ones.

My only hope is that one of my sons can figure out what I am doing wrong and figure it out quickly is because the month is running out.

If I suddenly stop blogging you will know that I put a brick through the monitor.
The only thing that has saved it thus far is that I procrastinate.

@@@@ News from Pigeon Falls-The little town in my garage where the trains still run, dragons fly, and people dream together– It is Friday and you can feel the fear in Pigeon Falls. Tomorrow morning they may find themselves in The Dream. They will be in the little town of Oiseaux Morts waiting for the blue Plague to come. Somebody suggested they give Petrovich, the Wizard, all their gold since it is only a dream. The problem is that when they are awake they remember The Dream but when they are in it they do not remember being part of Pigeon Falls or that this is a dream. In The Dream they are being asked to give up their life savings for possible protection from the Blue Plague. But suppose Petrovich is a con man who is keeping just ahead of the Plague to grab what he can. Nobody will ever tell because they will all be dead. In The Dream it is not so easy.
The real question is “If they die in The Dream will they die in Pigeon Falls?” and nobody has an answer to that. But they are clearly afraid they might. Of course there is also the possibility that the next time they enter The Dream it will be at a different time and the Plaque won’t be a problem. There is nothing that says The Dream must be continuous.
One of the kids said the dragon saved us last time and the dragon will save us again. It is of course possible that the dragon being a magical creature might have some magic that will hold against the Blue Plague but its doubtful. Besides the dragon hasn’t been seen in the dream since he saved the town.
Eino says that the only logical thing to do is to find out what is causing the dream and stop it. What , for example, was true on the one Saturday they didn’t have The Dream? What changed in town just before The Dream started ? If those questions could be answered then one is on the way to a cure.
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I printed out all the February blog entries for my sister. I tried to make the new e-mail work but couldn't. Betty and I had to go to Wal Mart to get an ink cartridge to finish printing out the entries. Pennie came home early and fooled with the E- mail until she finally got it working. I began sending out a change of address . I visted most of the links. Then we played canasta and I won. Now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA