So, I was at work, realizing it was the second anniversary of my sister’s death (Feb 12, 2013). Eileen always enjoyed a good joke, especially if she got to play them on someone else.
I saw that the slide show that had been played at her funeral had been reposted on Facebook, so I opened it. It began with her favorite George Strait song, Amarillo By Morning, a song that now always reminds me of her, and I do have to say, it is a great song.
Anyway, I watched the slides with Strait’s song and then there was a pause for the next song to begin. It was at this point that I saw an e-mail coming in and I wanted to check on it, while the slide show continued.
I moved my mouse to make the move and clicked. Nothing happened. Nothing.
I went to diminish the slide show so I could see the e-mail program, which was behind the slide screen. Again, I clicked, and the slide-show screen, which had been in a half-screen mode, became full screen. Now, some of you might be thinking that I’m clicking the wrong buttons, but I wasn’t. This time when I tried to return to the half-screen mode, the mouse clicker refused to work.
I tried to click an icon down on the bottom ribbon and the mouse icon moved to the middle of the screen.
I clicked the diminish sign and nothing happened. I clicked it again, and the volume went up. That’s when I began to have my suspicions about what was really going on.
No matter what I did, the mouse clicker wasn’t working. I even tried to use the escape key and got nothing.
I couldn’t get off the screen. No. Matter. What. I. Tried. Not even CTRL+ALT+DELETE. Nothing.
The thing is, I needed to return to work.
So, I called our IT Department and reported the faulty mouse, telling them that I couldn’t send them an e-mail because the mouse wasn’t working. He asked me if there were any other mice available. There was. In the meantime, he’d report the failure and David, our resident IT employee, would deal with it later.
So, I unhooked the mouse and went to a neighboring computer and took that mouse and plugged it into my computer. It worked. I was able to shut down the slide show and return to work.
I continued working with the substitute mouse the rest of the day.
The next day, when David stopped at my desk, I explained to him how the mouse had stopped working, particularly the left clicker. He took it, saying he’d try it out to make sure it wasn’t working before turning it in.
Minutes later he returned. “It works just fine.”
I told him about Eileen, and added, “She must have been playing with me.”
He just looked at me, smiled, and said. “Uh, huh”
I sensed Eileen laughing, totally enjoying the joke, covering up her mouth so she wouldn’t explode.
This wasn’t the first time a computer has acted up when there was someone’s favorite music playing or when I could smell someone’s favorite food, drink, or tobacco that alerts me to the fact that I’m not alone. Spirits love anything electrical, and they let me know they’re around by playing with my TV, cable, lights, and computers.
Have I told you the story about a neighbor and classmate who played with my writing lamp? And who later wanted me to give a message to another classmate, a best friend of his at our last class reunion?