All the modern conveniences in the world and nothing seems to work. I came home last week and discover my email was on the frits. Did not work. I have two computers; one new computer and the other is two years old. Now I am not a computer genius, so I called a guy who knows lots more than me. We worked in a frenzy over the phone but we did not get it fixed. So I was in Rogers, Ark., at 9 a.m., Friday morning when they opened. They made some switches, brought it out, put it on the counter and said, “There it is.”
I punched in for the Internet and the Internet page dissolved in 15 seconds. I told him that was my problem last night on both computers. He took it back.
After more serious business, he came back and said, it was serious and I had to leave it for three days. While I was at the computer repair store I was supposed to be on my way to Oklahoma City, Okla., for a writers conference and I needed to get over there and get set up. Then I fly to Washington D.C. from Oklahoma City on Sunday and fly home Wednesday, to be in a meeting in Branson, Mo., by noon Thursday. Then come home Friday and go to Tulsa, Okla., on Saturday for a book signing at a mall at 42nd and Yale. I hope my GPS works to find it because I am not going to have my email until after I get home Friday.
The very last email I received was from Lynzee needing a column. I knew that but I can’t get to the information they sent me late to write the column last night. It is locked up inside my computers or hanging out on some Wi-Fi message waiting for my receiver to open up.
So I got to get a friend to email this brief explanation. I hope she can find a picture of a new born calf to fill up the rest of the page for this week. There isn’t anything prettier than newborn calves and their mothers. Until we meet again may your farming and work go smoother than mine has this week.
God bless all of you and this country, Dusty Richards
