A journal entry seems to be a difficult thing to accomplish these last few days. I seem to write best when inspired and inspiration has its own timetable. The writing is done when the time is right, or it is not done at all.
Yesterday morning I arose at 6:15 a.m., by 6:25 a.m. I was happily writing. The computer crashed, I had not saved my file. Many hours were spent upgrading software to resolve the issue. Finally I resumed my writing, but inspiration was gone.
Yesterday evening I was inspired to write again. As I sat before the computer, the news announced that there was a tornado warning in effect. I could hear the thunder in the distance, the wind was picking up, so I decided to play it safe and shut down the computers. The result, no journal entry.
Today I am making another attempt at an entry. So far so good. I am saving the file every two or three sentences. Although tedious, it keeps paranoia at bay.
Another, possibly fatal, interruption occurs. "The Teenager" and friend arrived home two hours early. I am suspicious, the only options I can see are to believe her story that the teacher told them to come home or call the teacher at the school and have a chat. Over the last eleven years, chatting with the teacher has not yielded acceptable results. Many teachers, one child; I am under no illusions as to where the problem lies.
The new lenses on my camera have presented me with a challenge. They require skill to coax good results. My usual refusal to read the instructions has led to unnecessary frustration, not to mention poor shots. It does not help that the weather has been very windy since the lenses arrived; nothing will stay still long enough to have its picture taken. I know that one day soon I will arise to a calm morning, read the instructions with my first coffee, and proceed to take a lovely picture. I will not do this today.
Another interruption in my writing efforts, a thunderstorm. The skies have been active throughout the month of May; the computers are frequently disconnected for long periods. If I were a braver soul they could stay plugged in, they do operate on this side of a surge protector. However, when it comes to the possibility of losing things that I value, bravery seldom comes into play. I ere on the side of caution, more often than not.
Teenage activity in the area is as turbulent as the skies. I will not go into details, but I will say that expectations generated by desire are powerful. I have an aversion to the saying, "Where there is a will, there is way." Around here, the way is over my exhausted body. If only the challenges that loom in her future were as kindhearted as the domestic mountain that is Mom.
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