Windows can be so frustrating at times...

I'm sitting here at the moment with a friend's laptop on my desk. I feel like throwing it on the floor and jumping on it.

Like most girls' laptops that I get to fix the virus protector is about 2 years out of date. I think that it came with a 3 month free licence for Norton Antivirus, and when that ran out it nobody ever bothered with it again. Now what I have found is that an expired version of Norton is worse than a virus itself. Norton seems to try unsuccessfully to connect back to headquarters, and it hates you trying to use your laptop until it is good and ready to allow you. The first thing I always have to do is deinstall Norton completely. I often have to download the additional Norton deinstaller/cleanup tool to make sure that everything is properly removed - apparently the standard de-install leaves bad stuff hanging around.

Now Internet Explorer causes the machine to hang. I've had to load Firefox just to access the Internet.

But every now and then the machine just ... hangs..... for about 5 frustrating minutes. And then ... bingo... its back.

While its hung, it's really hung. I can't even get the Task Manager to run, so I've no idea what could be causing the hang.

I've tried downloading a bunch of Windows updates, but after downloading they refuse to install. I can see I've got a bit of work in front of me. Maybe a couple of days' worth.

Batching for a week

Karyn's been away this week, taking her mother home. So Matt and I have had the place to ourselves. Not that we've got up to much, you understand.

On Sunday night we went to see the new Star Trek movie. We both thought it was great. We were going to have dinner at the sleazy bar next to where Matt works, but he had filled up with one of those disgustingly large buckets of popcorn, and so didn't feel like eating.

The pool company came and installed the new spa cover one day, but when we decided to celebrate with a spa that night, we found that they turned off the spa heater, so it was too cold. So I turned it back on and cranked the thermostat up.

The next night we got in, and it was too hot. We now know what a cooking lobster feels like. I now know that 41 degrees is about 3 degrees too much. We could only stand it for about 15 minutes.

Unfortunately the spa cover doesn't fit properly, so they'll have to make another one. Karyn says they took quite a while measuring it up, so someone has slipped up big. On the side nearest the house it looks quite neat, but from the side and back you can see how it doesn't cover properly. Fortunately we haven't paid for it yet.

It looks good from the front...

But really untidy from the side.

When I rang the guy who installed it, he said he "thought there might be a small problem", but "he wasn't sure".

Dinner each night was whatever we felt like. Reheated frozen dinners featured a lot. We went out to Wests Rugby Club one night and had a pretty good nosh up. Matt had a Caesar Salad with freshly cooked king prawns, and I had the roast pork buffet. It's interesting that now Matt's 18 and can drink anything he likes from beer to spirits, he'd still rather just have a Coke. He doesn't seem to have inherited his mother's genes.

He went out with some mates after work on Friday night. I bet my parents were glad we didn't have mobile phone technology in my youth, because they never had to respond to SMSs at 2:00AM asking if we could sleep over somewhere.

Karyn came home on Saturday with a 6 hour drive. I noticed that when she got home she ignored the large stack of laundry that needed ironing. But I was generous and let her have the evening off. She can start on it tomorrow.

Today we finished the week off with a lunch with our friends Peter, Dot, and May at the Goulburn Workers' Club, about an hour's drive north of Canberra. This is a monthly event/therapy session where we get to compare horror stories about bringing up teenagers.

Peter and Andy

May, Karyn, and Dot

The mother-in-law has left the building

Karyn has taken her mum back to Port Stephens, leaving Matt and I to look after ourselves. She'll only be away for a week, so there shouldn't be too much mess and dirty washing for her when she gets back.

It's been a horrible weekend. Matt used up all our download allowance (I thought 25GB would be enough!) so we were slowed to 64k/sec, down from about 8MB/sec. It's hard to believe that once upon a time 64K would have been fast. It surprised me just how much I expect the Internet to be there whenever I want. Karyn's also taken her netbook with her, so we've lost our family-room internet device. Matt, at least, always has his iPhone in one hand, so he's never out of touch.

The situation has prompted me to change ISPs. Bigpond is dropping its member webpages, so I'll have nowhere to store my genealogy web pages. I'll probably shift to TPG as they have the best deal; I can get a greater download for less price. And they still have member homepages.

Matt and I had a spa tonight. It was about 6 degrees outside, so a bit warmer than its been in the past week, but still a big shock when you get out of the warm water. When we were in there I had a horrible thought: what if Matt closed the door and it locked automatically? Fortunately he hadn't or we'd be blocks of ice by now.

Bad news

Bad news.

My mother-in-law's leg is too sore and she will have to stay longer.

I'll leave it to you to work out the bad news part.

A poor way to end a day

Today wasn't as good as we hoped it would be. We took a trip to Bega.

Why go to a little hamlet on the far South Coast of NSW? Because of its racecourse. Our horse was running there, so we felt obliged to make the 3 hour trip. That's 3 hours each way. In a car for 6 hours. Locked in car with my mother-in-law. But of course I'm only joking, she's not too bad.

We had to leave at around 8am so that we could get there early enough to get a table in the Members area. So I had to get up at around 6:30 so I could spend half an hour on the treadmill first.

We picked up Penny, and after about 2 hours we stopped for coffee at Maccas in Cooma, where it was foggy and the temperature was a pleasant 6 degrees. By the time we got down to sea-level, the temperature had climbed to a mild 14 degrees and the sun was out.

Karyn went to say hello to Diamond Jay, and got bitten again. It happens every time. I guess one day she'll learn to stay away from the part with teeth.

It was a great race meeting at the Sapphire Coast track. Unfortuntely we came 6th. The jockey blamed the horse for not performing, but we prefer to blame him. So no trophy this time.

To make the day worse, Karyn put on a trifecta bet (picking first, second, and third) but the girl at the TAB put it on wrong. When Karyn realised this, she broke the cardinal rule of betting, and had the bet changed. If she'd left it alone, we'd have walked away with a 490:1 payout. But she broke the rule of never changing a mistaken bet, so we walked away with nothing.

So, back in the car for another 3 hour drive. With the mother-in-law next to me all the way. I had to drive, because the girls had consumed at least a bottle each.

By the time we reached Cooma we felt like a nice steak dinner, so we stopped off at the local RSL, and as luck would have it, the restaurant didn't open for another half an hour. We didn't feel like waiting, so back to McDonalds we went.

The girls pigged out on fat-burgers, while I had a wrap from their healthy-choice menu. Strange, but this menu has shrinked to almost nothing these days.

On the way back to the car, Fay tripped over and hurt herself. I'm sure the bottle of wine had nothing to do with it. She already had an injured ankle, so now she has an injured wrist and hip go with it. When we got home she realised the disadvange of our split-level home: stairs. It took ages for her to get upstairs and into bed.

Boy am I not looking forward to the morning when she tries to get up and finds out that her muscles have locked-up. Maybe I can go out somewhere before she wakes up.

I got into the spa for a relaxing float-around. And, of course, it started to rain. You know, I find it hard to relax in the spa when it's raining on my head.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.