I posted this on my FB today and since I am just marking time this afternoon and having the inconvenience of using the downstairs PC I thought it a good time to post here to keep this blog alive. Yesterday my laptop went bonkers, when I tried to start her all I got was a black screen with computerized messages, "Boot drive not found." etc blah blah. I tried running diagnostics which indicated the laptop passed. I unplugged and restarted her, nope, same junk. Well I can get by with my tablet and this PC so it is not the end of the world, but an annoyance. So this morning I took her to the Geeks at Best Buy where she will get a once over and hopefully restoration. If not I;ll buy a new laptop because it is convenient to have that upstairs off the side of the kitchen. The rep at the Geek counter complimented me on my "positive good attitude" he said most would be upset about their computer. I had to tell him, "well not me. Not with what I've lived through, it's going to take more than a computer to dim any more Christmases' for me. I've been thru worse."
It's true lost Steve 15 years ago in December and Jerry 3 years ago in December. I'm still surviving, and doing really well. That come only from Grace of God and my deep rooted lifelong faith. I no longer say, "Next?" nor do I say "Hit me with your best shot." That's already happened, over, done with.
As this image portrays we can decide. I have decided long ago to accept and go on ahead. So inconvenienced, but I'll get by. They sent me an email to pick her up Tuesdau at 12:40PM, so that must be good.
We have had a December with very little snow and I am happy about it. Though I dislioke our grey dreary days like yesterday, and today, it is better than shoveling snow to me. Almost reminds me of Christmas in northern CA. But not fully.
I'll be at 8:00PM mass this Eve. Lector again, I haven't had a mass to just sit in the pews since maybe September. Seems I am a full time lector. I have trained others but they migrate to Sundays. Well as my cousin reminded me, "this is Your Gift to share. And it's as close as you get to altar girl." Recalling my nerve back in the 50's at wanting to be an altar girl. That was unheard of, no such thing, only altar boys. It put the nuns and others on edge and made my grandma tell me, "don't argue with the sisters Patty." " I wasn't arguing, I was only asking a question." That was not encouraged back there and then. Mom shrugged it off, she knew me, she knew I ask whatever I think. I was unfiltered., She blamed my grandma for spoiling me that way. I had forgotten all about my stir that gave the family and beyond something to talk about until Lawrence reminded me. Today we have altar girls too. I was ahead of the curve.
