The dog. Is. Driving. Me. Crazy.
The Pavlov experiment was a failure. He’ll come get the treat when the DINK goes off, but then frantically wants outside, upstairs, anywhere to escape. Not getting anything done under the best of circumstances, to have him whimpering constantly after an innocuous computer noise is the last straw!
Finally: I think I’ve managed to turn off the Mac System Alerts (which I truly hope also mutes the loud, jolting startup sound from the internal speakers that the sleeping wife does not appreciate.)
In the event that it helps somebody else make a quicker end to these acoustic intrusions, go to Apple Icon, System Preference, Sound, Sound Effects.
Another small step in the right direction: created a Saved Search that lets me do a better job of finding images with terms included in the names and of a size greater than x megabytes. Took a while to figure out how to customize a search, get it to Favorites in sidebar and THEN show the search criteria fields. Sheesh!
As I was pouring the last of the coffee this morning, it occurred to me that this transition has been so very much like a move to a new house. The kitchen where I would prepare my meal is full of boxes. I’m familiar with stove, sink, refrigerator but the controls are differently shaped and twist rather than pull.
The boxes contain things I know in some way, but instead of “Kitchen Utensils” the box is marked “Culinary Management Applications”. And everything is in metric Hungarian. Translation is possible. But terrifyingly slow.
My fingers are blue. Oh yeah. I never started a fire in the woodstove this morning. I gotta go.