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Wednesday, August 28, 2002 * brain dead...(me on occasion) Do you ever read something or hear something and it takes a few seconds for the actual meaning to sink in? Especially if you've had one of those days and your mind is jumping from one thing to another or just drifting.... Well, yesterday when I was journaling, guess I was thinking about the dog... but when I hit the "publish" button I got this message: "You must be connected to publish a page." Well, my mind was wondering, and as I looked at the message I read it first as: you must be "connected" (meaning "in my right mind" as connected to a BRAIN) and I thought, hmmmph! Then I reread it as meaning: you must be "connected" to publish... (thinking that's probably right too. You must know the right people, etc.) Then my brain snapped into gear and I realized that I just needed to connect to the Internet as I had forgotten to do so. BTW, I should actually be dead right now ... as while I was typing this, I got the message: "TERMINAL ERROR!" Now THAT MESSAGE always makes me feel like something is going to come out of the computer and grab me by the throat or shoot me throught the heart or... at the very least - the computer is going to self destruct! They really need to get some new warnings. Something softer... and more polite like : "We are so sorry to inform you that you have inadvertantly done something that is not acceptable..." Jee-eesssh!!! Sorry. I'm in a weird mood this morning. One day I'll get brazen enough to relate the story of "loosey goosey and the spandex lady"... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have something else to say here. Like some of the other journalers I read who take care of elderly parents, I have to vent occasionally. It doesn't mean anything other than sometimes things happen that drive you crazy... same as with kids (what goes around comes around - right? We probably drove them crazy sometimes as kids - or even as adults, so it's time the situation was reversed.) Anyway, things happen. Like the other day when DH, Mama, and I were in line at the cafeteria. Mama likes to go to Luby's sometime on a Sunday evening - so we do. As we walk in, she always goes straight to the food section (completely oblivious to the people already in line) to check out what she might want before getting in line. We've gotten used to this, so we ignore it. Then as we're passing through the line, the servers ask you want you would like. Mama can't hear them so she doesn't answer. I'm the go-between so I ask her again for them. She still doesn't answer (and the line is backing up). They ask again, I ask again. No answer as Mama peruses the food choices. Finally I ask "louder" this time ... and Mama turns and looks at me and says: "Why are you shouting?" I look at her... and then look at DH... and then we all burst out laughing. There are so-oo many stories that I'll have to remember them. One day I'll write a book called, "Living with Mama". I'm taking good notes, not just for the book, but to remember the things for the time when I'm in the same situation (89 and living with one of my children). But as luck has it, if I live to be that age, I probably won't remember where my notes are, let alone taking them. Actually I'll be lucky to remember things as well as Mama does. She is wonderful at remembering everyone's birthdays, dates, and other things. Her long term memory is fantastic as she can relate things that happened when she was a child and come up with neighbor's names, etc. Now occasionally she doesn't remember something that she said or did a short time ago... a few days or a few weeks. And once in a while she says or asks me something that worries me... something very fundamental that she can't figure out at that moment. And I guess that I must look at her strangely when she asks... as she says, "Don't look at me like that." I usually have to answer that I'm just trying to figure out what you're asking. If my expression is puzzled, it's because I can't believe that she means to be asking something so fundamental... (and for the life of me I can't think of an example at the moment.) Well, that's enough for today anyway. Need to get back to some pics tomorrow. Have a great Wednesday! Rian |
