My writing block is the size of Mount Everest, but I am chipping away at it. Obstacles range from nasty viruses to frustration with the size of this font and how to get it larger. Here we are half way through summer and brilliant blogs flit through my head. Then I take a nap.
Visits to doctors, lab and the ER have interrupted the flow of words spilling over. Nothing major so forget the organ recital. Meanwhile, I am now the solo licensed driver in our household of two people and two cats. Pray for me...or light candles. Maybe rub Buddha's belly. Whatever works.
I am distracted by the time I spend mastering my toys. My cell phone gives me fits, like the other day while sitting in a waiting room, the music started playing. Even if it was Frank Sinatra inviting me to fly with him, it was annoying. The receptionist, younger than a fetus, fixed it for me in a jiffy. Determined to avoid becoming obsolete, I am even toying with upgrading to a smart phone or an ipad. How smart do I have to be to own a smart phone?
Meanwhile, I cuddle with my Kindle at night and exult in all the freebies I haave downloaded. But, since I have been told the kindle will let me do email on it, that's one more tyrant I need to master. Although I am not sure why I need to knw how to do that, since I have my desk top and laptop computers side by side in my home office. Oh, about that My laptop has been flashing an orange light on and off for days, no matter what I do to shut it down. My husband asks me what the problem is there, and I said, no problem. It's just a mini night light.
Speaking of him, my husband cheerfully uses his selectric IBM typewriter even though changing the ribbon has him popping nitros under his tongue. He also, longs for our rotary phone that never roamed anywhere. I won't even get into ther remote for our Dish Network that is the major reason he will never leave me. He can't work it without me. Call it a form of job security.
I guess I do have a love affair with technology. Portability is power, even when I have to use my cell phone to call our land line phone in order to find the sneaky cordless handset hiding among the cushions
Back when dinasauers roamed the hills behind our old courthouse, cell phones were a distant fantasy. In those days, I worked for a brilliant albeit eccentric boss who had a habit of sending me on errands. It was one thing to hunt down the goat lady along the river bottom, but when he took to having me paged at Penney's to pick up some diapers for his baby, I felt stalked. He would have been a maniac with a cell phone.
There. I feel better now that I have unblocked the blog. See you next time.
So Says Sassy
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