There's this little yellow triangle with an exclamation point inside of it warning me of a scheduled outage at 2:00 AM. You might think this irrelevant. I mean who's up and blogging at that hour? Me. I am. And often. When I can't sleep I come down and putter or do this and that on the computer. Better sleep well tonight, no computer in the wee hours.
What does it mean anyway? Who schedules a scheduled outage? And just what is an outage? Let me know, if you know.
So now I'll see if I can get something posted before the early morning. It's not that the world is waiting; it's that I want to write, to find out if my brain--now decompressing, or perhaps it is deconstructing--has a thought in it.
I have thought of the $250 stimulus I will receive and of the news that there will be no cost of living increase in Social Security benefits in 2010 and 2011 (it feels like a punishment, although I can't think of what I have done) and of the impending rise in taxes facing me and all of us so that we can pay for the $250 I'll get. But why write about it?
I have thought of my grandson John, two next month, putting his hand out to his dad and saying, "Nail cut, pease." That was a first for me. Never had I heard a child, especially that young, ask to have his nails trimmed.
I have thought of the cookies and realized I should have asked my friends to make a couple of dozen each. Thank goodness for the donuts, I say. Today I sent a check to the donut people. But to write of the cookies gives them more importance than they had.
I've thought of those vases of yellow roses all over that room, of the bride so beautiful and the handsome groom as they welcomed friends and just looked smart.
Certainly I have thought of them, the newlyweds, hoping for their happiness. Sounds trite, but it's real. And here's the thing. I wonder if Alyce will ever know how much I love her. "Ever." That last word, another quote from John.
And who wouldn't think about the weather? Warm, mid 70s yesterday. Cold, windy today. Keeps us guessing. I'm guessing we're not supposed to get comfortable. Wind. I'm not fond of it--the great equalizer.
Perhaps these few scratches will unlock the door in my brain and let out something of worth, maybe something of consequence, maybe of import. A person can hope.
2 comments:
she might have a clue. sometimes.
A few scratches in your brain. Yeah. But my opinion is this: Your blogging lets lots of fun/thoughtful things out to this reader. I wish the same for mine, but at present the only things that come out are like assigned topics in Creative Writing 101...
And now, speaking as you were of the little yellow triangles, the one I see below is "Required field must not be blank."
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