#Wordless Wednesday

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First World Problems

Embarrassing, but true. We all vent a bit about things that aren’t much more than minor annoyances. You know the type of thing: OMG, my Kindle died., or That freaking GPS took me to the wrong address., or my personal favourite, What? I have to pay for Wi-Fi on the the cruise?

I’ve been known to weep and moan when the internet goes down, but the award for Best In Class Whiner goes to my husband. He walks around the house, saying really rude things to our Google speaker.

Just between you and I… I don’t think Google likes him.

She answers his requests with a “Sorry, I can’t help you with that yet.” She refuses to let him add anything to our shopping list, telling him that she doesn’t recognize his voice.

To be fair to my husband, Google can be a bit of a princess. She’s moody and mercurial. Some days, she’ll accommodate him, be all sweetness and light. She’ll even let him add to his calendar. The next day, she won’t acknowledge his existence, telling him that she’s not authorized to answer his request.

Totally frustrating, true. Every second day, he’s in the Google Home App activating voice recognition—again. I sympathize…really.

I’m filled with admiration for his determination. He won’t admit defeat, won’t give up.

God forbid, he goes back to tapping appointments into his phone—gasp!—himself.

Me? I’m good with Google. She likes me.

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Found Smiles

It’s that time of year, winter coats are packed away, and windows are opened. Grass thinks about turning green, buds pop out on trees, and bicycles appear on sidewalks.

Everything feels bright, fresh—and your blog? Uh…yeah, that’s what I thought. Don’t worry Hugh’s got you covered. If you haven’t read his post, 21 Ways to Spring Clean Your Blog, check it out here.

As per Hugh’s suggestion #12, I waded through my old posts, and trashed everything from my first year on WordPress, except…the answers to one of those blog award questions. You remember, the Tell Us 5 Things About Yourself request?

Reading those answers now, after five years, some of them still true, some not
—Found Smiles.

Sharing the nostalgia and hopefully, the smiles…

  1. I’m 4’10”—if I’m having a wild hair day.
  2. I’ve taken years of classes in French and Spanish, and still can’t speak either of them.
  3. I can’t remember song lyrics anymore, and that seriously screws up my shower renditions.
  4. I say, “Hi” to dogs when I pass them on the street.
  5. I love to go—anywhere. Give me ten minutes to pack a bag and I’m on the plane. (If you think it takes me ten minutes to pack, I’ve got bridge in New York I want to sell you.)

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Little Fears Sunday Collaboration

Peter's House

SAVED

A bump in the night,
It’s nothing, right?
Wind at the window,
Gusts at the door.
Shadows in the bedroom,

Were they there before?

An old farm house,
Creaking wood floors.
A musty bed
In an unused room.
A storm, mad rain,

Go to sleep, again.

A crucifix on the wall,
Across from the bed.
A voice in the dark,
A whisper in his head.
Have you been saved?

The shadows said.

Thorns on his head,
Blood on his ribs.
The pale figure moved,
First hands, then feet.
Stepped off the wood cross,

Floated down from the wall.

Sheets on the floor,
Feet on the stairs.
Heart pounding,
Door slamming.
Rain on his face,

He shouted back at the house.

Thanks, but I saved myself!

Art work, video, you know, all the hard stuff, by Peter—the creative mind behind Little Fears.

A big thank you to Peter for coming up with this Sunday Collaboration idea and giving me the opportunity to get Spooky. If you’re looking to start your day with a laugh, check out Peter’s blog.

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Winter Whining

Over a weekend, in the middle of January, winter bared its teeth and bit us hard.

For those of you who remember the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson…

Drum roll… How cold was it?

Cold enough to dig out the winter hat I bought in Russia and thought I’d never wear.

Cold enough to actually wear it.

Cold enough for the snow to protest with a high pitched squeak as you drive over it.

Cold enough for frost bite to threaten any sliver of exposed skin.

Cold enough for me.

In proof of the old assertion, This Too Shall Pass, I offer…a scene from summer  🙂

Entrance to the Acropolis Buildings in Athens

Remember what sweltering in +34C was like?

Yeah, me neither 🙂

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