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Writing has been elusive of late. Each time I sit in front of the keyboard my mind suddenly ceases activity. Fingers refuse to move. Eventually other activities become important, and I drift away towards them. An example of my recent droll approach to things may shed some light on why I have been writing infrequently, then again it might not. Standing in the kitchen at lunchtime, I perused the cupboards in search of something good to eat. I was shocked to find myself thinking, "Go ahead, walk on the wild side, have a bowl of oatmeal for lunch!" Then I burst out laughing. Today feels different. I woke up with a plan. It is a good plan, but the implementation has not been simple. The weather is warm for the first time in weeks. Sitting out of doors is suddenly a possibility. A wonderful day to sit under the budding trees, to listen to the birds, and to bring Pearl, the aging laptop, back into service. The first order of the day was to drag the deck chair out of the storage shed. It needed a good wash, but was soon clean and waiting for occupation. The deck chair pad was then dragged out of the storage closet and dusted off. "Well", I thought to myself, "I am off to a good start here!" Pearl was not where I had left her, months ago. I searched high and low, emptied the closet, and checked all the boxes and bags where she might be hiding. No Pearl. Panic set in. I forced myself into quiet reflection; realizing that I must have "hidden" Pearl in a safe place. I could not remember where that safe place was. Several hours of searching found her tucked away in one of my favorite secret places. A thief would probably have found her in minutes. Finally, Pearl and I headed out the door and into the sunshine. Pearl had not been started up for months. Her operating system was setup so that she could step into the breach in case all the other computers were out of commission. Since I now plan on using her for writing, it is very time consuming waiting for all the extras to load. I decided to reconfigure the operating system to reflect intended use. After an hour of fussing, we were finally ready to write a journal entry. After writing several paragraphs and feeling good about it, Pearl had a problem with her power supply. The screen went black. I had not saved my work. What you are reading now is version two.
Life is good. Ariel seems well. Her chemotherapy is well behind her and she has just completed her radiation therapy. I silently pray. She is precious to me beyond words. Loving, and being loved, is wealth beyond compare. Attila is just completing another busy spring season; soon he will have more time to spend at home. Below freezing temperatures have damaged the tender fruit blossoms in our region, crop yields will suffer. There is nothing to be done, the weather is a temperamental mistress and bestows her gifts when and if she chooses. We seldom hear from Terra, she is busy getting on with her own life. Establishing independence is a challenging task, one which she has embraced with dedication. I am pleased for her. Luna and Janus are preparing for their big move. It is quite a transition, from high rise apartment to house. There will be lots more to enjoy in a house, and lots more to do. After all this writing I am off to find bagels and grapes, my current, real life, idea of walking on the wild side. |
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