I remember when I was growing up in the Dominican Republic, every day there was a lady, Dona Gloria, that used to come and visit my mother for one to two hours in the afternoon. They would have coffee, and talk, talk and talk until it was time for one of them to go to the bathroom to discharge the liquid and then Dona Gloria would go to her home which was maybe 100 steps away from our house. I was thinking where from they got their material to talk about for so long every day. Today I was not going to show up.
I didn’t think I could do a posting. I was so tired and drained. And couldn’t think of anything to talk about. Then I went on to describe a part of my day.
Miss Raylene tried to help me to send a pdf file from her house, because she has a higher tech printer/scanner with all the bells and whistles. But in the process, I am trying to get access to her wireless service so she could send me the file, my computer took over her entire internet access. Even her phone went out of commission. I almost had a neck breakdown. I didn’t have any liquids in my system, otherwise, I would have needed a Pampers for big gals like me. I was deep breathing, went into meditating, prayed until the rain started to fall instead of the answer to my prayers, and the right side of my head is still trying to recover from the stress. And to think I thought I was a total master in controlling stress. Do I live a very sheltered life. My apologies to all of you worker bees out there. I couldn’t survive in the real world.
Miss Raylene spent almost two hours on the phone with her internet/router providers. I have to hand it to her. Grace and poise under pressure. I just wanted to leave her house so bad, that the agony was almost unbearable. But she kept on insisting that she was going to complete the favor, even if our computers went into a heavyweight championship with each other. I shut mine down trying to minimize any casualties.
Finally…she comes out of the other room, and declares victory. I just grabbed my insignificant not so high-tech computer, gave her a big hug, and lots of apologies to her and her husband and took off in the middle of lightning, and a slight rain. I couldn’t drive fast enough.
I came home, plugged in my computer to see if it still had any life left for me to just do my humble things and voila, it is still breathing and functioning. It is somewhat bruised, her ego, but it is kicking.
There you have it, and I thought I was not going to be able to blab for today.
So it was today…5 July, 2011…a day Miss Raylene showed me how tough she and her computer are…and glad mine’s still carrying on.
Your Happy Contessa
“It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change.” Charles Darwin, English Naturalist. Author of “Origin of Species.” 12 February, 1809 – 19 April, 1882.