I like to think of myself as a fairly progressive person who embraces change and can handle most glitches that are thrown at me but when it comes to not having my own computer and having to use a different one I am a dismal failure and apparently a slave to habit.
The other issue is that sometimes I become very selfish in my little dilemmas of the day and forget the bigger picture.
This blog will no doubt be short because I can’t even stand the feel of these keys on the end of my fingers. They are course and they are tighter on the keyboard than mine so I keep hitting the wrong thing. Besides that the delete button is in the wrong place and I don’t like mouse.
I can use someone else’s kitchen more easily than I can do this. It’s crazy. It seems I am as programmed to my computer as it is programmed to my particular needs.
Reading my email was a challenge. Reading it on the web mail was very different. Had to do a lot of scrolling I never do and I couldn’t delete it without marking it, hitting the delete button and then moving on the next one. Annoying.
My computer knows exactly where to go when I type “w” in the browser but not this one. Besides having to search for the Word Press sign in page I had the extra issue of trying to remember what my password is.
Such is my trauma when the whole free world shakes with fear of terrorists in Paris, children suffer and die from war and hunger and disease. Many, even close to home, do not have a bed tonight.
May we all take a minute tonight from our everyday struggle to remember the real trouble in the world and whisper a prayer to the Divine and put it all in perspective.
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