Saturday, July 24, 2010
So I just realized that it posted the date at the top of every post so I fortunately no longer have to keep writing it. Hooray! To set the scene, right now I am sitting outside, surrounded by mountains, trying to soak up some sun while debating whether anyone will notice if I devour the last half of the box filled with blueberry scones. Soooo tempting. But I shall resist so I might regale you with our day’s adventures.
Horseback Riding
This morning we woke up quite early, donned our riding gear (which in my case, being the avid horsewoman that I am, consisted of a pair of jeans and sneakers) and headed to the livery. Thirteen family members were present, so we basically dominated the riding group that set out, thus beginning the Great Horseback Adventure.
We were assigned certain horses based on our size and past riding experience (which for me was a grand total of two times), and I was greeted by a skewbald horse by the name of Trooper. Now Trooper and I are like BFFs. He totally agreed with me on the fact that walking in a straight, single file line was boring and so instead spent the majority of the trip trying to sneak a taste of the yummy shrubberies. However, since we basically we of the same mind, I caught onto his little tricks and so, for the most part, I was able to thwart his advances.
I really think that the horses tended to match the personalities of their riders. For instance, Trooper and I would both much rather be eating than hiking aimlessly along a trail. John Alex’s horse Pete, being the horse in front of us, spent the duration of the trip leaving delightful steaming packages, ever so thoughtfully, right in front of us. He even thought to perfume the air for us, with his oh so wonderful inner body smell. Lovely.
However, the trip itself was a ton of fun. We ended up riding for about two and a half hours throughout the Rocky Mountain National Park. The views were fantastic and you got to ride magnificent beasts while you’re at it. While I still wouldn’t describe myself as a horse fanatic by any means (this would entail me actually having feelings), I have decided that I would love to take up jousting. They unfortunately don’t allow the man on man jousting anymore, but they still do have the jousting where you try and hit a hanging wooden circle of two inches in diameter with a 6 foot long lance while riding at full speed.
And no, I didn’t get to try it today. But I did get to talk to my Uncle Jack about it, who has been riding horses for 75 years and was named California’s Horseman of the Year in the 70s. He was some pretty hot stuff. Like red, hot chili pepper hot. So I picked his brain about his new possibility of mine. But all in all, loved the experience :)
Mini-Golf aka Mini-Hockey
After lunch and a brief catnap in the sun, six of us hit up the mini-golf range here at our campground/lodge thingy. What started off as a very serious game with tightly regulated rules, morphed into an equally serious game of competitive golf-hockey. We couldn’t quite figure out if we were playing with each other or against, since people were simultaneously kicking balls off the course, while setting up paths of clubs leading straight to the hole, making it impossible for others to miss.
The rules basically morphed into this:
1. If you don’t make a hole in one, others reserve the right to steal your ball and play it for you.
2. If the ball doesn’t stop moving, then it still counts as one hit, regardless of how many times a club touches it.
3. On random holes, we would all have to switch to playing left-handed, much to uneasiness of the other players at the course.
And my personal favorite:
4. If the course obstacle at that hole was stupid, kicking the ball was not only allowed but highly encouraged.
But a lot of fun, bonding with the relatives.
Movietime and the Great Key Adventure
After skipping the 8 of the last 9 holes at the putt putt range, the group took off to our central meeting place where we watched Steve Huyler’s new award-winning documentary that he made about this woman’s art in India. Uncle Jack also gave everyone copies of his book and CD that he made of folk songs he sang while growing up.
Look at the pins we got! "Blood is thicker than cement"
We had a brief break before the giant family ordeal of the family panoramic, so Dad and I decided to head back to the room. Unfortunately, when we got there, neither of our keys worked. Bear in mind that these are real keys and not flimsy plastic cards. But the keys would only go in halfway. This was really bizarre because they were working perfectly well just hours prior.
Now, as many of you know, I have issues with keys and opening locked doors. However, after becoming a recent fan of the new TV show Covert Affairs, I decided to release my inner secret agent and try my hand, once again, at lock picking. And guess what? I DID IT! I successfully managed to open a locked door with only a credit card!!! Gah, I felt like such a secret agent. This feeling was soon lost when people pointed out that real secret agents didn’t ecstatically shout their success at picking locks to the entire building.
But we made it into the room, and funnily enough, the lock fixed itself soon after. Weird.
Portraits and Porter Follies
At 5:30, the family began assembling to take our traditional panoramic photo, taken by my Uncle Ben, the photographer. Gee, isn’t it handy to have at least one of those in the family?
Now this is always a long complex affair, though luckily, this year, Dad opted to keep his shirt on for the majority of the photos. I snapped a quick shot of the entire assembled family (present here at the reunion). I believe the last count was that we had 77 people here out of the possible 110 that are still living. But you can count the peeps in the picture to verify:
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After the picture, I sprinted across the camp to grab my computer just in time to check in for our Southwest flight tomorrow. It wasn’t that far, but I sure was huffing and puffing when I got there. I blame the altitude and the resulting lack of oxygen. The fact that I haven’t exercised all summer had nothing to do with it, I assure you. In fact, the altitude became a great fall back excuse for anything, be it having difficulty hiking, forgetting the lyrics to the family folk songs, or losing horribly in putt-putt. ♪Blame it on the a-a-a-a-altitude ♪
The evening was spent hosting our first Porter Family Follies. Generally each reunion we do a sort of a talent show, but this year it was fairly more organized. It was great. We had people doing cheers, telling funny stories, singing songs they wrote, the whole lot. Unfortunately, my side of the family seemed to miss out of the musical gene that seemed to grace every other family member at the reunion, and we were forced to watch and bemoan our lack of any performable talents. What could I do? Give everyone a tour of Carolina?
But it was a great conclusion to our family reunion. Tomorrow we’ll have one last get together before everyone goes their separate ways. It was great getting to see and talk to everyone, and learn new things. Like what to do when a bear chases you and other useful things like that. (The answer, my friends, is to dial zero).
But that’s all for tonight, folks. Peace out.
Friday, July 23, 2010
I will try and make this post shorter than the ramblings of yesterday, mainly because I have to get up tomorrow morning at 7 am to go horseback riding through the mountains. Yay! Also, you guys probably really don’t care about all the minute details that I seem to harp and hammer on, so brevity I shall seek to master.
The Porter Background
I realize I should probably give you guys a brief glimpse into the family dynamic of this reunion. I don’t have the time or patience to introduce you guys to everyone (I’m thinking about making Porter Playing Cards that could double as last minute flash card preps for the next reunion – but then I realized we have more than 52 people). That being said, while I can recognize most people now, there sometimes still exists that awkward greeting of “Oh it’s so good to see you…*check name tag* [name]!)
Everyone here at this reunion is the descendent of John Alexander Porter and Caroline Lee, my great grandparents. The coolest thing about this reunion is there are such vast age differences among people in the same generation. For instance I am in the same generation as a pair of grandparents. Weirddd.
But the current family patriarch of the family is Uncle Jack, my Dad’s cousin, who recently celebrated his 90th birthday and is very proud of the fact that he is now the oldest Porter to ever live. Personally, I think he has been hanging on primarily to spite Pap, my grandfather, who previously held the record. There are a multitude of generations present (I think four?) and it is very elder-oriented. That being said, this opens up the opportunity for many interesting stories and folk songs.
The Porter family (and I use this term very loosely as very few of us actually retain the last name Porter) are a very diverse bunch hailing from all over the US and a few from England as well. However, we are very proud of our roots and the name Porter has been adopted by many as either first or middle names. This does make things mildly confusing, I will say. But all in all, I love my family and the fact that we all get together every 3 years or so to celebrate our family-ness.
Morning Meetings
We started off the morning with an hour long video of our family history that my Uncle Ben spent the last few years putting together. It traced our roots back to when we first came to America in the 1600s and went all the way up to the generation that we refer to as The First Cousins – or the grandchildren of Alex Porter and Carrie Lee. Hopefully, we will continue the video in the future to document the next generations.
The great thing about this video, in addition to the many photos, is that it had audio clips of many people when they were young who are now either deceased or in their 80s or 90s. It was fascinating. We even had silent film footage of a family wedding in 1924. I didn’t even know people even HAD access to personal video then.
The funny thing was, something about this video just got to me and I spent almost the entire hour, bawling my eyes out. I didn’t even KNOW most of these people but that didn’t stop me from sobbing from the many touching moments documented in this film. I tried to subtly hide the streaming tears (something that I doubt was very successful when I was sitting in the very front) but I soon gave up when I glanced around and realized that everyone else’s face was a mirror of mine. Haha my mom and I were a mess.
Game Time
After the video, and much chatting, we eventually mosy our way down to the field to participate in some family games. You know, some good ole family bonding time. And what better way to do this than by spending our morning competitively and creatively passing apples amongst ourselves using acrobatic and admittedly very awkward body positions?
See the pic? Case in point. Basically the goal of the game is to pass the fruit without using your hands. It got harder and harder and the apple did even up with several bite marks. But hey we’re all family so what’s a little germ sharing? Other games were played as well, but that one really brought our family’s competitive streak. Unfortunately, we didn’t get around to Human Croquet this year which is always a blast/disaster.
Afternoon Adventures
I spent the afternoon in the state of peaceful bliss as I napped most of the daylight hours away. However, other people were more fun than I as several hikes and excursions were taken. Now generally, as a principle, I pass on most hiking opportunities. I really don’t see the point in walking in circles just to end up back in the same place that you started. You can try and tell me it’s for the sight-seeing, but honestly, isn’t most of the time spent staring at the ground, making sure you don’t trip on that upcoming root? Yeahhhh, real fun. But others seemed to enjoy it, so I’m glad they had fun.
At 4:30, we had cocktail hour, and can I just say that this was the ONLY planned event so far that everyone has showed up to on time? Typical Scotch-Irish. The rule of thumb is that if you arrive within half an hour you are still on time, but heaven forbid you be late to the open bar. It became evident why, shortly thereafter, as we discovered that the best way (and really the only way) to deal with this much family…is with a few drinks warming our bellies.
Campfire Bonding
The evening was spend around the campfire, making s’mores, telling family stories, and singing the traditional family folk songs that we’ve been singing since 1930. To tell the truth, I believe most of them were Negro spirituals, but they were the songs we have been singing for generations. It was interesting getting to hear all the stories of how the older couples all met, too.
The only grievance I had with the whole affair (ok I had two), was the fact that it was so elder-driven that it ceased to be relevant to the younger crowd. I stayed, but a lot of the younger people peaced and went to play basketball or mini-golf. Even the songs we sang were only relevant to the older crowds and it would’ve been nice to introduce some newer songs, that probably more people actually knew the words too.
The other grievance is the fact that my father, aunt, and uncle, were left out of the generational story-telling. Everyone else of the First Cousin generation got to tell their spousal discovery stories (or if they were no longer with us, their children told it), but since my dad and his siblings were so much younger than their cousins, the elders completely forgot about them. Hmm, that was mildly insulting.
But the best part of the evening was the sunset. Isn’t it lovely?
Well, that’s all I got for you guys. Cross your fingers that I am not trampled by horses tomorrow. Over and out.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Thursday, July 23rd
Aloha, compadres! Hmmm, I don’t think I am quite far enough west to use that phrase. I’ll have to save Hawaii for another trip. But enough jibber jabber. On to the day’s adventures!
Morning Road Trip
We wake up not quite bright and early ready to hit the road in our rented car. Destination? Estes Park, Colorado: this year’s location of the ever-entertaining Porter Family Reunion. It is a rather small car that we pile all our luggage and personages into, but we make do and hit the road with our trusted guide: Carmen the Garmin.
Now Estes Park is not that far away. Maybe two hours tops. Well two hours, if you’re not driving with the Porter family. Deciding to take the age old adage to ‘stop and smell the roses’ quite literally, our road trip is peppered with stops to stretch our legs…every twenty miles.
Ok, ok, this is somewhat excusable because of the 4 licensed drivers in the car, only my mom could legally drive the vehicle (stupid age restrictions). So we decided to carpe that diem and visit anything and everything that looked interesting along the way.
Boulder: the college, the rock, and the best free frappés
While driving on our way to Boulder, Colorado, I happened to remark that I had a few friends who went to school at the University of Colorado at Boulder. This realization of course morphed into a spontaneous decision to stop and tour the campus. I mean, why not? The destination was entered into Carmen and we realized that the exit was only 0.6 miles from our current location. How is that for timing?
Navigating the streets of Boulder was a little confusing, I admit. Ultimately, we were forced to stop and stare confusedly at the campus map until a nearby student took pity on us and offered to help. Rugged Mountain Man (who was actually neither rugged nor really a mountain man – he just had a beard) was very helpful and sent us in the right direction.
But alas, it was not to be, as he sent us to the wrong building. Thanks a lot Rugged Mountain Man.
So first stop, fail. We left the college to seek out any place that sold caffeine, preferably in large quantities. Lo and behold, just around the corner was a Starbucks. However, just beyond that corner was a McDonalds, whose prices were about half that of Starbucks. Being of the frugal type, we chose the latter.
This turned out to be a great decision.
At this McDonald’s, we went in and ordered a selection of mocha frappés and smoothies, all of which were delicious. Standing there at the counter we were passing them all around to everyone since we couldn’t decide which one we liked the best. I mean, seriously. They were all delicious.
The manager noticed us standing there, making a quite a big deal about this fact. (Yes, we get super excited about little things). He asks us if we want to try the caramel frappe and then proceeds to make mini frappes, complete with whipped cream, caramel sauce and adorable little cups FOR EVERYONE. AND he gives us cards for free Red Box rentals. Gahhhh, I love spontaneous nice people. Thank you, awesome mr. manager!
So all in all, Boulder is on my good list.
Nederland
The next stop we make is at Nederland, whose only claim to fame is what they refer to as The Frozen Dead Guy. Now this is some po-dunk little mountain town of about 1,000 people. But apparently, several years ago (I forget the actual date), two Dutchmen showed up here toting a frozen dead guy. Side note: these Dutchmen have since been deported as I am pretty sure importing dead people is mildly frowned upon at customs.
So this dead dude was one of those people who freeze themselves in hope that one day we’ll discover how to reverse death. Now, despite my slight condemnation regarding this practice, I was intrigued. However, much to my displeasure, we were NOT permitted to see the body. I was not happy.
But we do go explore this tiny mining town and its cute little shops, stopping to take classy pictures such as these:
The rest of the road trip was fairly uneventful as I slept most of the last leg. When we stopped taking breaks every 20 miles, my body did what it always does when granted a few spare moments: sleep.
Y! M, C, A
We arrive safely, soundly, and late at the large YMCA campground/retreat complex that we will be staying at for the next few days. This is a large area covered in lodges, sporting fields/courts, cabins and the like. Rimming the entire complex are gorgeous views of the mountains.
Checking in, we manage to bump into a number of relatives. Much rejoicing, cheek kissing, and re-introductions ensued as we all reacted enthusiastically despite the fact we only vaguely remembered each other’s names much less how we are actually related.
The first problem arose we when discovered that we actually didn’t have enough beds for everyone in our immediate family. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem since we are great at sleeping in floors or bathtubs, but our meal cards were tied to the number of room occupants and four was the max. Uh oh. Luckily another nearby relative took me in and has graciously offered in bed for me in their room. Thanks Anne!
Meeting the Clan
After dropping off our stuff, we head to the giant meeting hall where mayhem ensues. Every family member present at this reunion is in this small room and we are all rejoicing at seeing each other. And if there is one thing I can say about the Porters is that we loooove to talk.
So just a brief summary, we have a little over 80 people attending this reunion, as unfortunately many Porter family members were unable to make it. I’ll find out the exact number of descendents still living and give you guys that tally later. But it’s still a lot of people, so nametags were a necessity.
Anyways, it was actually a lot of fun, as Social Ellen came out as I flitted and fluttered among the relatives. A good hour and a half was spent in high-powered jibber jabber before we went to dinner. And then much more jibber jabber at dinner. And then more post dinner. Finally, after all of that chattering, we all got the chance to introduce ourselves to the group and provide updates since our last reunion in 2007.
Hmm so this post is already extremely long, so I’m going to stop here. I might give you guys a summary of what my family is actually like, but I’ll save that for another post. One thing I will say though, is that the ultimate test for any potential future fiancé out there is to survive an encounter with my family. This is no small feat, I assure you. Think My Big Fat Greek Wedding style family, though minus the Greek.
That being said, I am signing off for the night. Hasta luego!
**just a small note: I fixed the many typos in yesterday's post - the result of a late night posting with the spell check turned off**
Wednesday, July 21st (For some reason, I keep typing June whenever I write the date. This makes me slightly sad, since it means we have less than a month left of summer :/)
Well folks, I am writing this post as I sit on an airplane headed for Minneapolis. This is of EXTREME importance as this marks the first time while travelling that my computer usage was not dictated by the location of the nearest outlet. Imagine! A portable laptop that is actually portable! Oh the little things that brighten my day.
Morning Preparations
Since our plane was not schedule to depart RDU til 6:15 pm, we had the whole morning to pack and prepare for our trip. This actually turned out to be a huge problem, because it gave me the false impression that I could actually sleep the night before. WRONG. Despite waking up at 7:45 am and running around all morning, I still ended up sprinting out of the house an hour late.
Because I mean, of course, several hours had to spent this morning making the finalized touches on my blog. Priorities. And time also had to be spent running to banks making absolutely sure that I would have access to money in India. They assured me I would, but I am still extremely skeptical.
Packing was nothing short of a miracle. We’ve had the Miracle of Santa Anna, the Miracle on 49th Street, the Miracle on Ice… This was the Miracle of Extreme Space Shrinkage. Since, as I mentioned in the previous post, that I would be leaving directly from California for India, I was in fact packing for a total of 4 weeks.
The difficultly arose in that I needed to bring not only casual clothing for every day wear in India and on the West Coast, but also hiking attire, business attire (full suit included), and four different pairs of shoes (ugh. I miss the days where gritty old Rainbows could suffice for all occasions). The goal? To fit ALL of that…in a single carryon.
So can I just get a round of applause please? Because I actually did it. It involved much rolling of clothes, army-style, and a few sittings on top of the suitcase, but it is all in there. No checked luggage! Take that, you pesky airlines who want to sap every dime and dollar from their passengers. Though I’m not sure who will be laughing when I break my back trying to carry a bag whose weight is akin to the Rock of Gibraltar.
The scheduled departure time was 3pm. Then 3:30. By the time 4pm rolled around, we were all yelling and sprinting up and down the stairs hurriedly gathering anything that we might’ve forgotten. So I’m pretty sure I have forgotten something. Ah well.
Raleigh-Durham International
Check in went relatively stress-free. That is, until we discovered that Dad’s driver’s license had expired. Whoops. And every single TSA agent at every checkpoint pointed this out, just in case we had forgotten in those last few minutes. Luckily they still let him through so dad is sitting here with us on the plane.
Today also marked the first time I got to experience a full body scan going through security. So cool! However, it seems a bit stupid as you could easily pick the line withOUT the full body scan. As a terrorist, why would you volunteer for that?
Dad got singled out again, as they searched all of his belongings, wiping down his computer and analyzing the residue to see if he was sneaking in a bomb that was masquerading as an ancient Dell laptop. This of course prompted many bomb jokes on my part as the gentleman beside me gave me bewildered glances. Mom suggested that next time we dress Dad up in a full-out sheik outfit to see how many “random” searches he is subjected to. Plus side, Dad’s laptop is now clean! Thanks for the complimentary wipe down, TSA agents.
RDU to Minneapolis
The flight was fairly event-free, with the main excitement being the scarfing down of a BBQ sandwich while sprinting to our gate so as to board on time. Also, I must say that I am probably one of the few people in the world that doesn’t enjoy the extra legroom that being in an exit row offers. Makes it more difficult to curl up and stick your feet in the pocket in front of you.
Minneapolis to Denver
The Minneapolis airport was huge, and was filled with many interesting shopping places, like the Moose store (equipped with a giant moose standing guard at the entrance) and the Fox News store. Yes I might’ve looked like an idiot, but I had to get a picture. Seriously, a whole store for Fox News?!
We then spend the remainder of a layover eating off of the ever nutritious dollar menu at McDonald’s and cursing at the fact that I couldn’t hack my way onto the Armed Forces Service Network and steal their wireless.
The flight itself started out interestingly as the woman next to me talked in this really slow voice and kept talking about how she needed to take her meds and she couldn’t find these meds and how she couldn’t sit in the middle seat and need an aisle seat to take her meds…. I was getting creeped out. She said it was for anxiety but I was pretty sure that f she didn’t get her meds, her alternate personality would show up and kill me. That would’ve been a sucky start to our trip.
Denver
We arrive safely in Denver, the mile high city. 5,280 feet above sea level. My question is: is that measured from the top of the stairs or the bottom?
Since we arrived at night (around 11pm local time) we couldn’t see much of the city except that it was oddly flat. Maybe it’s on a plateau? We take a shuttle (that I’m pretty sure was just a sauna on wheels disguised cleverly as a van) to our illustrious accommodations for the evening, Sleep Inn. There I nearly bite the heads off of everyone present until I am fed. Happily sated, I pass out for the evening, ending this day’s adventures.
Hotdogs in a vending machine? Eww.
Sianara, baby.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Hey everyone! Today the Porter family set off on their big west coast adventure. On this lovely jaunt to the other end of the continent, we will, among other things, hit up a family reunion, go horseback riding in the Rockies, explore the Grand Canyon, gamble in Vegas, wave to the stars in Hollywood, visit Alcatraz, and dabble in the waves of the Pacific Ocean. Hmm a busy schedule. We better get started.
I, Ellen Porter, will once again, to the detriment of my sleep, be faithfully recording all our adventures and mishaps on this west coast excursion. (That sounds like the closing line of a binding conract…eek). Now normally with the many other blogs I have written (namely…two), I start off with a brief pre-departure synopsis. But since this past few days have been rather jammed packed, I unfortunately didn’t get around to it before we actually departed.
That being said, I decided to do a pre-departure post anyway…it’ll just be a post-departure pre-departure post. Confused? So am I. Had a nice ring to it though. A P.D.P.D.P. Tehe, I crack myself up.
The Plan
Ok, here is the The Plan for our excursion.
1. Depart for Denver, Colorado with the fam. Spend the night at the ever luxurious, 5 star Sleep Inn.
2. Drive to Estes Park, Colorado, location of the infamous Porter Family Reunion (t-shirts included!). Try to survive the many shenanigans that could only result from a large gathering of Porters in a single location. Luckily we will be pretty secluded, meaning less potential damage to innocent bystanders.
3. Fly out to Las Vegas, pick up a car, and drive to the Grand Canyon, one of the natural Wonders of the World. Will attempt to give at least the impression of being a mature adult while trying to control any urges to spit into this giant gaping hole. No promises though.
4. Drive back to Las Vegas and engage in the many debaucheries that the armpit of America can offer. The goal? Leave with money still in my pocket, teeth in my mouth, and no new husband.
5. Drive to Southern California (Los Angeles, Monterey, Del Mar, etc). To be honest, I’m not exactly sure what we have planned here. It’ll be a surprise for both of us :)
At this point, I will leave my family and hop onto a plane headed for India. Hooray! Isn’t it exciting? My family however will continue their adventures up the coast of California to San Francisco. If you guys are lucky I might be able to convince a family member to continue the blog so you can hear all about the cool things they are doing.
Well that’s it in a nutshell! If you guys want to know more specifics, check out the slideshow at the top of the blog. It will highlight the specific places we will visit.
Preparations
Hmm prepartions for this trip were more hectic than most, mainly because I was having to prepare for TWO trips (which involved a lot of running around and 3-day unsuccessful shopping trips). It was hectic for the ‘rents because they were dealing with more reservations than they had toes on their feet. Put together.
But it looks like they put together a fabulous trip for the fam, though I can’t say for sure because I was pretty oblivious to the planning process. I just go where they tell me to.
We had some packing adventures that I’ll describe in the next post, but the only specific preparation of any note that was completed prior to departure was the Building of Alcatraz. We have several free-range chickens that roam about our farm, eating our roses and roosting on the threshold of our door at night, so that innocent little teenagers will step on them unsuspectingly in the dark, letting out a stream of profanities that are better left unrepeated.
The solution? Build a building that is now referred to as Alcatraz, perfect for our new “jailbirds”. We even gave them a tin cup to bang and sing jail songs with :). Oh we are so clever.
Well that’s it for this P.D.P.D.P. Feel free to stop by on occasion to check up on the strange situations we are sure to find ourselves in. If you are feeling especially brave, fell free to become an official follower of this blog. Despite having over a hundred unique readers on my last blog, I managed to get a whopping three followers. Hmm and I thought that *I* had commitment issues.
Also feel free to leave comments. If it works. Haha which it didn’t on my last two blogs. Let me know if it doesn’t and I will stare morosely at the computer screen, since I don’t actually have the techno-savvy to do anything about it.
Ta-ta!
