I have used a wireless keyboard and mouse for many years, probably since they first arrived in the technoverse. Last week my son, Alex, got a new keyboard having neon colors, tactile keys, and a cord.
I was suitably impressed with the keyboard, and the price seemed doable. I went to Amazon to find my own magical tech. I found both a keyboard and mouse for less than he had paid.
Today the equipment arrived. There was some concern over USB ports on my computer, but I made it work with minimal rearranging. I had so forgotten the speed of a wired mouse. Speedy, speedy. The keyboard will take some adjustment because I have used an ergonomic one for so long.
I am so glad I did this. The speed of the keyboard is an upgrade, as is the mouse. The fun thing is the sound of the keys. I did not realize how much I had missed it. The neon glow is a plus.
Sometimes we lose when we go with the new technology. Retro can be the way to go.
The quiet of home when we Return from wrestling lions all day. The satisfaction of writing letters, Poems, songs for loved ones. The taste of a meal carefully Prepared with helpings of love. A comfortable chair, bright light, Books we are longing to read. Songs we never realized existed But for which we find a soul hunger. A dog, cat, lizard, goat, cow, whoever Comes snuggles up, revealing devotion. Stolen hours when hearts, souls Are permitted freedom to dance art. Picking up a crying child, watching As eyes go wide, kissed by a smile. The sweet hug of those treasured Who we raised despite everything. Traveling to a far-off wonderland, Returning to a space of belonging. Knowing, growing with screen friends, Finally, meeting with hugs, face to face. Sunshine after a bleak succession Of wickedly dark, sad stormy days. The alabaster moon coming from behind Clouds, in time for a sweetheart kiss. Setting aside specific times to find those Moments to sincerely pray to the Lord. Laying down, fed, safe, warm, beneath Covers, falling into deep refreshing sleep. Awaking to a day full of opportunity, Possibility, without doubt, we are loved. Living in a blessed place where each one Can achieve hopes, dreams, and success.
My adventures of being unable to get on the internet by computer continue. Not a good island to be marooned upon. Thank God the tablet hooks up.
The dark, bright windows Tell the tale in just one look, Eyes of loving soul.
I put away fear To meet you out here, nothing Seems a certainty, But that you have taken hold Of the beating heart of me. I run and away From much calling me, “Come close!” I cannot escape How you have captivated And claimed all my attention.
I listen for it One small word among many Which might change my life, But your lips are entertained With other occupations.
I manage myself At times, others I am storm clouds Above roaring waves Without option of calm, I Become raging tempest.
Where there is hardship God is always near to share His kindness and strength, He loves us unconditionally; We survive through His support.
I live in my head more often than not, but over the last two days, I have also spent time in the real world. Albeit, my real world, I did extensive work inside the house yesterday and outside it today.
My encounters with bugs, snakes, snails, reminded me why I prefer interiors. Guess I should expect the critters living in the woods, but they are creepy.
I brought in the towels used to sop up excess water when the Explorer leaks. As I got in the mud room a little green lizard, an anole, went flying across the room. It promptly hid out. I said some prayers hoping I could return it to the wild, because it would die in here.
I fixed Pepperjack Cheese Waffle Fries and ate them. When I went back to the door awhile later I saw my visitor. I tried to catch it, but on the third try I prayed again, and somehow I caught the little cutie. I held its tail while it sat on my bicep and took it out to the porch.
I am glad to say the release was successful. I am quite sore, and my computers still won’t go on the internet, so I am brief.
I hope you have an excellent rest of the week. Everybody’s Working For The Weekend by Loverboy. Stay safe and remember love is what the whole world needs.