You’ve heard of the “Serenity Prayer”
Grant me serenity to change the things I can,
The courage to accept the things I cannot,
And the wisdom to know the difference.
Well, my grandmother has the “Senility Prayer”
Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked,
The good fortune to run into the people I do like,
And the eyesight to tell the difference.
I have no idea how or why it happened, and unfortunately I don’t have the time to research it now, but after I installed the latest Windows update KB930916, javascript didn’t work properly on either Firefox 2 or IE7.
At first, I thought something was wrong with the first website I went to, a project management site. It looked as if there was no stylesheet. Then I went to the New York Times, a morning ritual, and again, the site looked as if the stylesheet wasn’t attached. I use FF by default, so I figured the browser just wasn’t working properly, for whatever reason. However, the same problem existed in IE7. Then I realized that I was getting javascript errors on those websites in addition to no layout.
Earlier tonight, while telling Vin about it, he asked if I had installed any new software. No, no software. Updates? Yes! I had just installed Windows update KB930916 this morning. Sure enough, after an uninstall, everything’s back to working normally.
If anyone has any more information about this, let me know!
I am trying to gather as many family stories about my grandmother’s childhood as possible. It’s much easier now that I see her on weekends (hopefully EOW now that things have stabilized quite a bit). One of my misconceptions I had was that she had about a dozen brothers. Not quite that many:
My grandmother was born in between Paulie and the youngest Anthony. I guess 8 brothers is quite a lot!
Fritzie was a musician, a violinist, but he died when he was 20. I hope my grandmother remembers the band leader he played with. The youngest Anthony had blond curly hair! My grandmother said we have blonds in our Italian family, although I’ve never seen a natural one.
Some of the stories my grandmother tells me of her childhood are so funny! I guess with that many boys, things got pretty rowdy. Many are sad too; several of the brothers died young. For my entire life, I remember my grandmother saying that out of all her brothers, only Frank was still alive, but Uncle Frank died last year at the age of 100. Now, it’s just my grandmother.