Tiptoeing Through the Keyboard…

Yesterday morning…just after I finished the morning blog…my computer needed to restart for updates…no biggie…it does this every week…and…I can rarely tell the difference when it wakes back up…yesterday…not so much…

It woke up with all kinds of messages…read about this update…install this browser…stand on your head and type with your toes

I hate to admit it…but it was totally overwhelming…I only had a few more minutes for computer time…I needed to check Facebook…I needed to Tweet…

Now…I’m sure that the updates will make for a better computer experience…one day…when I have time to learn about them…that just wasn’t yesterday morning…

Unless…

Surely I could have called into work…cough…cough…I’m sorry…I can’t work today…my computer updated…cough…cough…yeah…I know…I called in for this last week…but…I think this time it’s pretty serious…it’s saying I need to install a new browser…cough…cough…thanks…you’re so understanding…see you tomorrow…if I can get it all worked out

Bertha…just laughed…and asked me…if I was going to keep typing with my toes…or figure things out…then she started rambling about how it reminded her or my response to change in my life…whiningfretting

But…I quit listening…standing on my head makes it hard to hear anyway…

Jane

If I Controlled the Weather…

As I enjoyed a cup of coffee on the porch this morning…my thoughts ran to…what else…the weather…the garden was still wet from a mid-night shower…the fourth day of rain in a row…following four weeks without…

Of course it came to mind…if I controlled the weather…we’d get rain…about every other night…while I was asleep…there would be…no dry spells…no grey days on endless days…it would be in a word…perfect

Enter…Bertha…reminding me that plants are a lot like me…our roots grow deeper and stronger during the dry spells…that without the drought…roots would be superficial…not strong enough for support…we’d all fall down…

Hmmm…

A conversation I had with God several years ago…came floating through my mind…no…there wasn’t a burning bush…or a loud booming voice…just a quiet knowing…that the world had gotten along just fine…for thousands of years before I came along…and while my efforts at running things were certainly appreciated…they weren’t necessary…essentially…thanks for applying for the position of…World Controller…but…seriously…the job is filled by a much more qualified applicant…don’t call us…we’ll call you…

I try to remember that conversation…but…from time to time…I forget…thankfully…Bertha…doesn’t…she’s got the memory of an elephant…and she’s not afraid to use it…if you know what I mean…

As for the weather…carry on…everything’s perfect…just the way it is…

Jane