In frustration, yesterday afternoon I changed the lay-out of my so-called office. Probably should have consulted the little darlings first, but they were all snoring their heads off.
So what was all this in aid of?
For some time now, I have been experiencing visual challenges while evaluating photographs on my PC.
Believing that the problem was related to snow glare, I hung a curtain to reduce it. It helped, slightly. I decided a better blind was required but refused the offer of assistance.
It was something I needed to figure out for myself.
Weeks passed. Snow left and Spring arrived, with its very different colour scheme. Still I squinted.
Even on an overcast day.
Perhaps it was my glasses. They are tri-focals which some people have difficulty adjusting to. I have always been comfortable with them but my eyesight seems to change so rapidly.
So I tried using my reading glasses for the computer. Didn’t help.
Tilting my glasses to change the angle of the light, I decided maybe it was the issue. And/or too much light coming from the periphery.
This problem started, I decided, when I misguidedly obtained a new PC. That thing which drove me demented.
My Apple appeared to have given up the ghost, refusing to respond to any sort of cajoling.
Applying my usual method of dealing with uncooperative computers, I had threatened it. “You can be replaced you know!” To no avail.
Then I purchased a different make. Traitor.
Perhaps the old Mac was satisfied by the distress this caused me.
It bewilders me how two systems can be so different, that produce the same end result. Or maybe I am just exceptionally stupid.
Defeated, I begged my old Apple one more time.
“Oh yes. Very, very sorry!”
“Alright then. No more threats!”
So we were back in business, but the Apple had been moved to an adjacent desk and instead of moving it back, I moved myself.
This seemed not a bad thing. Until the issues with my vision.
Yesterday I threw up my hands. Time for action.
Although my desk was some distance away, it was positioned so that I was facing a window. Clearly, I decided, this was the problem.
Easily fixed by re-orienting the desk.
Has my theory proved to have merit?
Too soon to say. Especially on a murky day.
Having moved the two desks at right angles to their previous position, I belatedly considered pussy-cat requirements.
Little blind Lucy was not affected. She has her two safe places sorted out and since we provided “new” beds for Patches and Blackie, they are less inclined to appropriate Lucy’s.
They aren’t new beds at all in fact, just old ones fussed over which gives them the appearance of being new and worthy:
“I’ve got a new bed!”
“Well I’ve got a newer one!”
It was not at all my intention, but I seem to have solved the problem of Toby sitting under my nose and playing with my keyboard.
This morning I saw him roaming around looking a bit confused and realised that when I moved the desks, I removed his access.
Because he can no longer leap up, he used to climb onto a chair, saunter across the two desks and when done with disrupting my typing, he would loiter over to sit under a window. But now, the desks sit like an island and I had moved Toby’s chair so that he would still be able to reach the window.
Well I can’t think of everything.
Anyway, Toby didn’t seem bothered by this thoughtless deprivation. He simply inserted himself into Penny’s favourite box and went to sleep.