Sometimes joy spills over from one day to the next, like a baseball winning streak. I love when that happens.
The abundance of springtime pleasures, like sunny skies, luscious green lawns and trees that are cloaked with leaves, helps to keep my mood elevated.
Thursday evening my husband and I had dinner with my daughter, her boyfriend and his three members of his family, who were visiting from South Carolina. We tried a new barbeque place that came highly recommended. It turned out to be a shack, literally. Fortunately, everyone accepted the accommodations without complaint. Good food and good company made for a pleasant evening.
Friday, the plans were to visit the Botanical Gardens in St. Louis with the visiting family. Storms rolled in from the west and we cancelled those plans. Instead, we all met at a large nearby nursery where we spent an hour or two enjoying the abundance of flowers and plants. The pleasant substitution fulfilled my urge to see mother natures’ bountiful display and to purchase a few additions for our garden.
Saturday morning I sat at the computer, frustrated that I had not found words to fill the pages of the document on the screen. For three weeks, I tried to compose a poem to present to my brother-in-law at his eightieth birthday party. Suddenly, my fingers began pecking at the keyboard and words appeared, as they often do. I have found that I just need to receive them when God is ready to send them my way.
In the afternoon we attended a wonderful outdoor party for the octogenarian. The temperatures neared 100 degrees and the humidity left everyone drenched, yet visiting with extended family on such a joyous occasion made the conditions bearable and well worth the brow wiping.
When I returned home Saturday night, I delighted in reading a post on Facebook announcing the husband of a dear friend received a phone call for a life-saving liver transplant that he desperately needed for months.
An email from my brother informed me that another relative had made significant advances in recovering from a debilitating illness. I believe it is a sign that prayers are being answered, even if the message came with a cautiously optimistic warning.
By the time I attended church on Sunday, my cup overflowed with blessings.
I hurried home from church anxious to get an update on the condition of the liver transplant recipient. Much to my dismay, our internet service did not work.
Computers are my nemesis. I have a love/hate relationship with them. My ignorance consumes many frustrating hours when something goes amiss.
I don’t really understand the difference between a router and a modem; much less know how to make them function properly after a glitch occurs.
After trying the standard options of disconnecting and restarting the pc and laptop, I turned to my husband for help. Understanding that he shares the same limited knowledge, I watched as he completed all the familiar procedures that I performed.
He successfully restored the internet access on his personal computer. Relieved that I could get an update on the condition of my friend’s husband, I could sleep peacefully and tackle the rest of the problem on Monday.
Unfortunately, the wireless access continued to elude my laptop. Rain dripped down from the cloudy skies, threatening to dampen my spirits, but I am not one to lose my patience easily.
My frustration level did not rise until I realized that I could not print from my laptop without the internet connection. On my umpteenth try, I decided to move a few wires to another port and managed to restore the connection.
After cheering and exchanging a high-five with my husband, I tried to contain the feeling of superiority that overcame me momentarily.
Life regained momentum in a positive direction. Now, if the clouds part long enough to get a walk in, I’ll continue the winning streak.