I’ve spent a lot of time lately musing about a lot of things. Like right now I’m wondering what happened to the first draft of this post? It was finished and ready to hit “publish” when I hit something else and made it disappear. I felt like a magician for a minute — right up til I looked for my missing draft and didn’t find anything at all but a blank screen staring back at me. That seems like a bad way to start something on a cloudy, frigid day.
For some time now I’ve been thinking that someone should have given me an IQ test before allowing me to begin using the “smart” phones. It’s kinda sad when the phone is smarter than the person trying to use it but that seems to be the case with me. My cell phone is proving to be my downfall and leading to my turning the atmosphere around me rather blue st times. For example, this morning I attempted to place a call to one of my siblings. Simple enough thing, right? Nope! It rang two times and then nothing was happening. I pulled it away from my face to see if it could tell me anything about what was wrong and discovered I had him on hold along with two other people who are in my phone book. Have no idea how this happened and not sure I ever want to know but I think the poltergeist who lives in my apartment is hard at work again.
Speaking of my poltergeist, he/she has taken my remote again. It was in my pocket where I could find it and now it’s not. I’ve written about my ongoing problems keeping up with my remotes before but this is getting ridiculous! How on earth and in the universe could a remote control to my television jump out of the pocket it was in? And just where in this building did it take that big jump? Oh, it will turn up some day and I certainly know how to walk over and flip a switch to turn the tube on and off it it becomes necessary, but I’m spoiled by some of this modern technology. Go ahead and laugh folks, it doesn’t bother me. I’ll probably laugh harder than any one else could if I find it hiding in the fridge or sitting somewhere in plain view yet constantly overlooked by me. Life can be amusing in these so called golden years. Maybe I should have said frustrating since at times it is, but mostly just funny. Come to think of it, these things were a lot funnier when they were happening to my parents and grandparents. There is a warped sense of humor working here so I’ll slap my own hand and move on.
I have managed to find some gold on that dirt path I travel though. It can be found all around if you open your eyes and look up from the dirt. In fact, I looked up while attempting to walk in the hall outside my apartment door and then by focusing on something higher up managed to walk the entire distance of the hall! Not bad for an old lady who has fallen as many times as I have lately. I may not ever win a marathon but I can now walk the length of this hall and back now. Sure, I fall into my chair as soon as the door closes behind me but the biggie here is that I walk!
I’ve put these photos up before but now seems like a good time to share some of my gold. Here goes!
And here are some of the quilts that keep me occupied lately.
Have a wonderful rest of your day!