I am trying to change my perspective today. You will all be pleased to know the computer is operating with the utmost cooperation! None of my previous data was swallowed!
Life is good over here at Life Superior Spirit…or IS it?
Well, it will be good as soon as I change my perspective. For you see, the lovely attached printer (which is needed this weekend, mind you, for printing tax receipts and bank deposits) is no longer working. We hooked it up when the computer returned from the Doc. It turned on. But the computer does not recognize the printer…and Kathy suddenly did not recognize either technology with friendly appreciation…and suddenly Kathy found herself swamped with frustration.
She meditated. She came upstairs and heard advice. “You should uninstall the printer, then re-install it!” said the advicees.
Kathy, instead, worked on changing her perception. Her attitude. She returned to the Past. Something she rarely does.
She is specifically returning to the Days when we had pets. Ahhh…the days when the Drue Household had pets. First, after our marriage, we had a puppy named Bucky. A black lab. Who died when he ran to the neighbor’s farm and ate poison, so we think. I cried as if losing a child.
Then we had a suspected half-coyote named Tasha. I am not going to tell you any more about Tasha, as that would take an entire blog. Someday–if I reconcile with technology–I will scan a photo or two of Tasha and introduce her to you.
After two dogs, we switched to cats. First there was Mango. Then came Hunter (the most magnificent spiritual wise cat in the Universe!) who is worth another blog by himself. Hunter was a wanderer. (Hmmm…sounds like more than one of our pets were wanderers, doesn’t it?)
After Hunter, or simultaneous to Hunter, came Lancelot (Chris’ cat) and Daisy (Kiah’s cat). I could tell you stories FOR DAYS about these cats. About who liked to misbehave in certain ways, and who was anti-social, and who was found after running away three weeks later eating partridge five miles away.
Yep, the latter would be our wanderer, Hunter. The most spiritual and wise cat of the Universe.
OK, my mind is mostly happily nostalgic in the past. It can’t remember all the pet-challenges. It only remembers pet-love. The final three cats (Hunter, Sir Lancelot and Miss Daisy) died within three years of one another. Their passing coincided with the the departures of the children.
Barry and I are now pet-less.
No Bucky, Tasha, Mango, Hunter, Lancelot, Daisy.
None of those hamsters or guinea pigs. (Oh yes, you would like to hear the story about how we cleaned the hamster cage that year outside under the oak tree and a half-dozen babies fell out, wouldn’t you? Oh no, I think those were gerbils. We had gerbils, too.)
Now we are animal-less. Our lives run as smooth as clock-work. Life is easy, life is simple–WHAT AM I SAYING? Our pets are now computers and printers, I think! They refuse to “sit” and “stay home” and “quit barking!” don’t they? They have a mind of their own! They rule the house!
Perhaps we should consider getting a cat or dog. They might be more well-behaved than these technological marvels!
Barry, what do you think? A cute little kitten or puppy for Christmas?
JUST KIDDING, sweetie! I am fully content to look at these photos of our darlings, and remember days gone by.
OK, I think my perspective has mellowed. I’m sure by tomorrow the printer will be barking again. I’m sure.