Ever make a decision and then stop, and think, wow, that was really dumb? (If you said no, then I want to learn your magic, because this happens to me about every other week, if not more frequently…)

Last week’s questionable decision: Opting to get my new laptop last Wednesday morning at 8 am.

I’ll let that sink in. Who would choose to get their new laptop on the day before a long holiday weekend, when University staff are not working and even the Help Desk has a skeleton staff? Oh, and how about we make it a day when the person who needs the laptop also has a bunch of meetings scheduled? Me! That’s who.

(#facepalm)

Things got off to a rather inauspicious start when I went down to IT to find the assigned IT person missing. I assumed it was the result of a bathroom run or something along those lines, so cooled my heels for 5 minutes. Until it occurred to me that it was decidedly unlikely that the IT person was coming back any time soon. Had they forgotten? Had I messed up the day and/or time?

Nope. They were just waiting outside my office. Oh. Apparently this is a we-come-to-you thing now? Which was fine but it might have been nice to know.

Anyway! New laptop was obtained, my non-standard software was installed and all was good. Except, well, not exactly. I double-checked on one non-standard program – nope. Not there. And of course that program would take a long time to install, putting me at risk of missing the next meeting, which was pretty important. I sighed, realized that I could use my tablet for the next meeting (not ideal, but needs must…), and went down to IT to install the program. Where I learned that hey! They could push it out to me over the VPN later that day, rather than me hanging out in the building. Problem solved!

I zipped home (the benefits of living nearby), finally had a snack, and got my new laptop connected to the WiFi and the VPN. And realized that another non-standard program had not been installed.

Sigh.

One important meeting and frantic email to IT later, the IT person was installing the 2nd missed program on my computer. It worked (whew) and I thought all was good.

And then, the next day (ahem, Thanksgiving, if you’re keeping track) a few things went sideways. The 1st missed program (the long download) wouldn’t open – error message. I couldn’t open Microsoft files on the server-based drives in protected status – so I had to disable that. Outlook thought my personal folders were corrupt and wouldn’t connect properly. Etc. I now have a sticky note on my desktop titled “Things that are messed up”, LOL.

I’ve managed to MacGyver myself into a functioning (new) laptop over the weekend, but you can bet that I will be sending an email to IT later today that outlines the “things that are messed up”. Meanwhile, I am not making any decisions until I find my brain.

What about you? Any questionable decisions lately? (Please tell me I’m not the only one?)

Here we are again, Saturday, and my mind is blank when I try to think up a “good” post topic. And then I realized…there are so many random thoughts drifting through my head that it makes more sense to just get them out vs. letting them keep circling.

• I am completely discombobulated regarding what day it is. Is it Sunday yet? I thought yesterday (Friday) was Sunday. I was convinced of the same today. I blame end of the semester fatigue and, of course, the holiday for this. (Let’s hope it’s not me losing my marbles…)
• I had a fun adventure to a part of town I’d never seen before. It’s always amazing to me that no matter how long I live somewhere, there are always places that I haven’t seen. I’d say I should get out more, but since we are heading into cozy hibernation season, I think that will have to wait til it warms up again. 🙂
• Does anyone shop in-store for Black Friday & the weekend sales anymore? I went to Target this morning for a few things and while it wasn’t deserted, it seemed like just a regular Saturday.
• I started a book in a long-running series that recently changed authors and… I was so disappointed. This was the Jack Reacher series by Lee Child. His brother took over the writing and changed the voice. The books were always in the third person, and now… they’re in the first person. At first, I thought it was just a one-off for the start of the book, but no. It’s consistent throughout. And so, I think my long-running history with this series is now, sadly, done. It was a good run while it lasted. Has that ever happened to you? I know most authors end series, rather than handing them off, but I was hopeful this one would continue to be at least readable. And it wasn’t, at least not for me. 🙁

And with that, I shall spare you any more of my random thoughts. A slightly pathetic post for a kind of gloomy but still enjoyable Saturday. Be well.

There’s a difference between being alone – which I am, frequently – and being lonely – which, fortunately, is not something I experience on a regular basis. For me, there is joy in solitude, in being with myself, in the (relative) quiet of my small apartment. I spend time with others when I want to or need to, but solitude is my typical state of being these days. I know that doesn’t work for everyone, though.

I was alone yesterday, on Thanksgiving here in the US. My parents have finally accepted that I can’t travel out East for this holiday, given limitations of my work and teaching schedule. And I have long accepted that I will spend Thanksgiving (and, this year, Christmas) by myself, most years.

Others, though, are appalled, which I find surprising. (One friend said they were “so sad” for me, even though I said this was typical for my holidays. She texted me yesterday to make sure I was okay, which was so nice and appreciated. <3) There are many people who are alone for holidays – I am definitely not an N of 1! (I’m not that special!) Thanksgiving and other holidays tend to be Family Time, which probably drives peoples’ reactions to my solo holidays.

I had a lovely day, though. I didn’t work (much). I read a trashy book. I took Ernie’s advice and went on a walk in the brilliant afternoon sunshine. I made something a bit more special than usual for my lunch. While I missed my family at points, I didn’t miss the noise and the chaos. (There was a lot of chaos per this morning’s report…)

If you celebrated Thanksgiving, l hope you had the day that you wanted to have, whether alone or with others.

And gratitude, of course, for those connections that have become so important to me.

A brief post today, just sharing a lovely paragraph from Susan Cain’s The Kindred Letters.

So by all means, enjoy your dance parties and your family reunions, your dinners out and even your team-building exercises.

But also notice the quiet ripples. Notice the way that each thought, each action, each step you take in the world, has vast and far-reaching effects that you never quite anticipated.

And notice how these ripples are forming at this very moment, in ever-widening circles, all around you.

That’s what connection truly means.

~Susan Cain

Happy Wednesday, everyone. (Did anyone else grow up calling it hump day? As in, the hump in the middle of the week? My parents did and I still have the term in my mind as a marker of where I am in my week. :>)

I started thinking about the communities that we have in our lives this morning – prompted by the realization that I have 3 communities that serve different purposes in my life. The mental wanderings started with thinking about support and love (of different kinds) and how I get those things from different people in my life. Communities and social networks are so critical to everyone’s well-being, I think. I see this in my research (I’ve used social network analysis in several research studies and it’s fascinating to see how other people generate and describe their networks), I see it in my life, and I see it in others’ lives.

Like I said, I have 3 communities:

• Family
• Work
• Blogging

My family includes my biological family of origin and my chosen family, which includes a random assortment of people who have been important in my life at various stages. (If you ever want to hear some interesting stories, ask people who they think of when you say the word, “family”. This was our network generator in several studies, and it’s absolutely fascinating!) My work family consists of a very small group of people whom I trust and rely on for help, support, and advice. There are people who are more senior to me, and one or two others who are at the same stage in their careers. And my blogging community includes, well, all of you. 🙂

NaBloPoMo reminds me of how much I value the community that I have found online in the past few years. I credit San for bringing us together each year, and I see the month as a celebration of the connections forged among a group of people with very different lives, who nonetheless have created a community with strong ties and mutual support. It’s a welcoming group, and an ever-evolving one.

I was wandering through a few books I own this morning, looking for a more philosophical take on community, when I came across A.C. Grayling’s description of love in his book, The Meaning of Things: “…the kinds of love that are most significant to us are not those that fill novels and cinema screens. They are instead those we have for family, friends, and comrades; for these are the loves that endure through the greater part of our lives, and give us our sense of self-worth, our stability, and the framework for our other relationships.”

I hope you all get to enjoy some time with your communities this week. <3