I really have to laugh at myself sometimes at how I give my heart a big leap without cause. The other day I opened up my Hotmail account where I found a message from facebook advising me that an unknown computer had logged onto my account. Apparently this is a safety feature on facebook. So I go through all the steps of changing all my passwords on any e-mail account associated with facebook - these, of course, being passwords that I seriously doubt I'll be able to remember in the next month or so. I never use the same password for two different sites and I marvel (not the exact description of my reaction) at people who use the same simple password for everything. After I'd wasted all that time and my heart had slowed down some, I realized the IP address in the cry-wolf message had been my own - my account had been logged onto from my computer! I need to follow my own advice to the students: read the instructions carefully! I'll try and use this incident as a training exercise. Nevertheless, I'm not one of those who can be complacent about questions of security.
Don't believe everything I say about learning a lesson though because the other day I had to remind myself that I must remember to look through the peephole before I open my door. Twice recently I've opened to sales people. In this matter I'm so used to the neighbour who constantly uses me as a resource centre ringing the doorbell. Then when I don't open immediately or shout, she always says the same, "Oh, I thought you weren't at home." The other day apparently I didn't get to the door quickly enough, because I was having lunch in front of the TV and needed to put my plate up so Zara wouldn't eat my food before I answered the door.. When I opened the door, there she was already heading upstairs. She didn't tell me what she wanted, just continued climbing the stairs and closed her door. Such rudeness puts me in a black mood! She had wanted to record a telephone conversation with the administrator, whom she's not happy with (she's not happy with most people), and probably wanted me to show her how to record on the cassette recorder again for the umpteenth time - not that I mind explaining things numerous times. I do that naturally. I haven't seen or heard her since. My name must be mud, but so is hers!
I suppose I can't have all bad experiences. Yesterday I'd just got back from my usual Saturday afternoon food shopping when the heavens opened up and it started sleeting. It pinged against all of my windows for less than 5 minutes. Rain doesn't usually hit the windows in the dining area or the bathroom (photo taken from bathroom). Now I can say all my windows are dirty again! When I went out this morning dressed for cold weather, the first person I saw was someone dressed for a marathon, minus the number.
Oh, I spoke too soon. The doorbell has just rung and she's asked for my brush to clean the leaves and pollen that the wind has blown in. I think, or hope, in the future if she wants to clean the hallway, she'll get her own cleaning materials. I just knew she was going to start cleaning the pavement with the brush that I use on my floors! She would have too had I not shouted. She had the cheek to say that it had rained. Maybe I'm too particular, but I find the streets disgusting. After I'd returned from shopping yesterday, there was a dog turd near our rubbish bins that hadn't been there when I went out.
I sure didn't mean to go on so and hope everyone has a good safe week without any severe weather.