REALLY AWFUL DAYS

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Where is complaints department for
The quality of days?
They’re not long-lasting as before,
No, not in any ways!
No sooner, now, has one begun,
And I start doing stuff,
Than that I find its course is run
When I’ve not done enough!
My ‘dones’ are getting fewer while
The ‘to-dos’ just increase –
Days used to be turned out in style,
Why did that have to cease?
It’s just like all the groceries
That come in smaller packs –
Though prices rising, too, one sees,
To put up all our backs!
I want, of time, a proper line
To come with days again,
And if I do not get it, fine!
I’m going to complain!

  I spent the best part of the day in wrestling with getting the printer to accept a simple newsletter: an A4 fold-over to produce four A5 pages. You see, for my sins, I recently got voted on as one of the Garden Judges Committee members. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Sr-i-L became President, so she expects me to be the tame IT and Word specialist.
  All went well with formatting and layout until it came to actual printing. I instructed the wretched machine to print pages 4 and 1 on the front and 2 and 3 on the back, and it obliged – but in half A5 size! No sensible alterations of settings would persuade it that my doc was formatted in A5 and that A5 was what I wanted.
  Finally, after not much hair remained to tear, I found that if I told it to scale to A4 it would come into line. What the heck! I’d already told the horrible little brute that the paper was A4. Oh, well …

  I recently saw MacGregor having a love-attack on Annie, but by the time I got the camera it was too late for the real action. When I recall how dog-hating-and-fearing Mac was for simply months and months after we rescued him from Umhlanga, I do find it quite heartwarming.

 Colonialist March 2012 (Letterdash/WordPress)