Sharing My World 31

My art space on tilt.

My art space on tilt.

SHARE YOUR WORLD – 2015 WEEK #23 AND A POLL

For your blog do you basically use Mac or Windows applications? What type of device – laptop, desktop,tablet, phone or pad?

There are invisible imaginary surgically imbedded I-Pad magnets in both of my hands.  It is almost impossible for me to put this thing down.  It is my connection to the outside world.  Like the front door isn’t easily accessible or something.

It’s total overkill how many gadgets we profess to need.  We have a land line phone with an answering machine.  But I also need my cell phone, rarely for phone calls but always for text messages.  And notes and lists and reminders.   I must have my iPad  for game playing and Facebook checking because the iPhone screen is too small to do those things without squinting and frowning.  And maybe cursing.  And getting more wrinkles.  Both of these devices are great for taking pictures as long as I don’t have it on reverse taking selfies without realizing it.  Or hitting video by mistake.  And then there’s my PC, because I had that first and still prefer to do my banking and bill paying and printing from it.

Sheesh.  What was the question again?  I use them all, every day.  I can hardly remember life without them.  I blogged once from my phone but it was very stressful.  So I go back and forth from one bigger screen to the other even though the layout and spacing and format gets messed up.  What an amazingly long answer typed on my iPad screen with two fingers when it would have taken a fraction of the time on a keyboard.  Thank Gawd we got that all sorted out.

If you were to treat yourself to the “finer things” what would you treat yourself to?

My dad said once (or twice or three times) that our idea of heaven changes with our circumstances.  A poor mans heaven is not the same as a rich mans paradise.  So from the perspective of those less fortunate, I’m already enjoying the finer things in life.   Because the finer things are not really tangible things.   Of course that doesn’t stop us from thinking how great it would be if only we could afford some luxury or other while we take all the things we already have for granted.

But to answer the question,  I would like to have a personal trainer and a personal shopper, unlimited access to a spa, a vineyard in the south of France and my own jet.  So basically, money and servants.  And a lot of art supplies.  But I will settle for excellent coffee and enough money to pay the bills.

Can you change a car tire?

Yes I can.  I have never actually done it, but I am confident that if somebody walked me through it I could.  So yeah.  How hard can it be?  I might never feel safe getting in that vehicle again though, so I would probably call CAA first.  They are now added to my list of the finer things in life.

The 4th question this week is answer this poll about “how you would like to see the question formats for Share Your World”. Feel free to answer the questions in your post too.

The question format is great the way it is, but I liked the one where we were asked to complete sentences too.  More of that would be nice.

That Grateful Thing

I am grateful for finally getting around to sharing my world for last week.  The finer things question stumped me for days.  Good thing there’s no real deadline on any of this.  Or on getting back to experimenting in my art room.  It’s at an odd angle at the moment as you can see, and pencils keep rolling off the table.  Plus there are four (FOUR!) TV programs on Netflix that I have been bouncing around amongst.  Bones, Suits, Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries and Psych.  This mix makes for some bizarre dreams.

I am looking forward to the weather improving although it shows no signs of doing so.  We have endured two days of rain and cold.  It is 11 C outside (feels like 8 according to my weather network)  and dull and overcast.  The temperature inside my house is 16 C.  We usually keep it at 19.  The furnace guy suggested 21.  I refuse to turn the furnace on in June.  My feet are freezing.

Well, at least I’m not outside on the cold cement in freezing drizzle trying to change a car tire.  Life is good.

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Huffing and Puffing While the House Burns Down

Neighbor's House on Fire

Neighbor’s House on Fire (Photo credit: Aaron Landry)

Daily Prompt:  Burning Down the House

Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab?

Gawd, if my house has to burn down I sure hope it doesn’t happen in the middle of the winter, because my five items will have to be two boots, two mitts and one warm hooded coat.  And this little blurb will win first prize in the most boring house on fire list of all time contest.  I like winning stuff, but not THAT much.

So instead I think I’ll have the house catch fire on a nice sunny summer day with no breeze, so it’s less likely that the rest of the houses on the block will also go up in smoke.  I try to be a good neighbour.  The fire department is super close to where I live and if I’ve been smart enough to call them at the first sign of danger, they will be here momentarily.  Hey, it’s my imagined scenario, and that’s what I want to think.  So I have maybe five or ten minutes to rush around in a totally freaked out manner before the hoses take me down.  The alarms are blaring, the smoke is getting thick, I need to make some smart choices and I need to make them in a hurry.

I am not that different from every other female person on this planet who owns a handbag.  I would grab that first.  Do you have any idea what’s in there?  More than five items vital for my survival, that’s for sure.  Wallet, credit and debit cards, drivers license, health cards, car keys, passport, phone, glasses, tic tacs, cheque book, lip gloss, hand lotion, six or eight pens, and a bunch of loose change. With that slung over my shoulder I feel empowered and virtually invincible.

My lap top and external hard drive count as one item because they are attached to each other. Also attached are all the cords and crap plugged in to the power bar, so it’s one big octopus-like item and I’m not leaving any of it behind.   Item number three is my kindle.  Then I will gaze for two or three precious seconds with a tear streaked face at my library of actual books and gazillion photo albums.  Sorry, sorry, can’t save you all, goodbye!  Then I’ll grab the little mini treasure chest that holds precious memorabilia from my ancestors – yellowed letters and ancient pencil drawings and old notebooks that have survived for so many years with different care takers and don’t deserve to meet their end today. Not under my watch.

Old Letter

Old Letter (Photo credit: Laineys Repertoire)

My arms are full but I can grab one more thing!  So I will do some more frantic running around and then decide to drop all this shit I’m carrying on to the seat of my grandmothers hundred year old rocking chair and with a mighty burst of adrenaline powered strength, lift and shove and struggle my way out the door with my five allotted items.  Yeah I know it’s way more than five things really, but I think cheating in my case is okay.   Because out on the sidewalk there are no other safe people and pets standing around wondering what the hell I’ve been doing in a burning house for so long.  W is away in the summer, so of course he would miss all the excitement.  It would not cross my mind to wonder if there’s something of his that needs saving.  I’ll just happily assume he’s taken all his own vital stuff with him.

So here I am, huffing and puffing with all I have left in this world on the sidewalk beside me.  The fire brigade arrives and…..I don’t know what happens next.  They unplug my toaster and throw it and the charred remains of my breakfast bagel on to the driveway?  The house is a pile of rubble and ash?  It was a false alarm, or a vivid nightmare, or a daily prompt that simply sparked my brain?

I hope I never have to face this kind of grim reality or make these difficult choices.  But I’m going to add a few snack bars to my handbag just in case.

A Pox on Power Outages

If it was the middle of the night right now, this is what I would look like.  But its mid morning, so it’s merely how I feel on the inside.  The power has gone out in our area because of all the electrical storm activity we’ve been having.  The situation is being dealt with but the phone recording person could not give any estimate as to how long this will last.

I’m able to connect to the internet via my phone and my lap top with its own power source, but they won’t run forever.

No work today for me, so that’s a small consolation.  Thank God for Holy Thursdays.  But I’m still sad.

Somebody needs to invent a battery operated coffee maker.  I wonder if it’s possible to boil water with a candle?

I’m going to go and read a book.  And sulk.  Excessively.

I’ll be back when the lights come on.

Don’t It Always Seem To Go….

Strangle knot (ABOK #1239)

Strangle knot (ABOK #1239) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ever had one of those days where so many little things happen to piss you off royally that you just want to strangle somebody at the end of it?

And then the next day in hind sight you realize that as traumatic days go, on a scale of one to ten, yours barely reached a one?  But thank God it’s over with anyway?

Yesterday in the morning the power was off for three hours.  The land line phone wouldn’t work.  The internet connection was gone.  I couldn’t make my protein smoothie without a functioning blender.  I hadn’t yet put my wet clothes in the dryer.  I couldn’t blow dry my hair.  My car was trapped in the garage behind a door that normally opens magically with the push of a button.

But yay me, I managed to get ready for work anyway, albeit in a thoroughly bad mood.  My I-phone and lap top were fully charged and when connected to eachother gave me internet access.  I was able to google the power outage and discover it was due to some kind of scheduled line maintenance, for our street and surrounding area, from nine to noon.  I called work and let them know I’d be there as soon as I could get to my car.

Everything lit back up around 11:30, so I was only a minute or two late.  But it’s still work, right?  Who in their right mind wants to be there?  The air conditioning doesn’t work properly, it’s too hot, there’s too many of us there with too little to do, the carpet is ugly, our chairs are crap, everything is covered in dust from the on-going renovations, people are stupid and their kids are screaming annoying brats.

Wow.  Even I didn’t want to be around me.

But, whatever, you carry on and try to appear normal and cheerful, until there’s that last straw.  The rude jerk who wanders in in the middle of the doctor’s scheduled appointment time, is two weeks over due for his contact lens appointment, makes no apology for never having booked one, demands to pick up his order, grudgingly agrees to wait to be seen until the doctor is finished, and then proceeds to stand around in the middle of everything talking loudly on his cell phone for 45 minutes, telling his buddy, among other things, that this waiting around thing is total bull shit.

I’m so glad someone else finally saw him for his recheck.  If it had been me he might be dead now.  Or at least seriously maimed.

Anyway, the good thing about bad days is that they eventually end.  I came home and used my microwave and watched a feel good movie with a happy ending and no power outages.  I now have a much better appreciation for electricity.  I am showered and blow dried and full of hot coffee and well blended fruit shake and ready to take on the world.  I even feel a bit remorseful about my murderous feelings for jerk boy, who after all is no doubt some mother’s darling child.

I think I will be a much nicer person today.  (Unless some random act of God or nature suddenly annoys the hell out of me, and then all bets are off.)  In the meantime, I’ll be trying very hard to appreciate all the little things in life that make me happy.  You never know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone.

When the Lights Flicker and Die

Candles in the Dark

How do I occupy my time when there’s a power outage? Funny you should ask – this has been the summer of the thunderstorm here. We’re trying to remember how many days we’ve had without any rain at all – maybe three in July? Not that there haven’t been beautiful hot sunny days because there have been lots of those. The thunderstorms just roll on in, boom away, pour the rain down in buckets, and then roll on out again. Daily. Sometimes twice a day. It’s getting so old, trying to remember where you put that umbrella from eight hours ago. Haven’t had to wash my car at ALL – nature’s been doing all these great power washes, so that’s a big plus. But I digress. Back to the point, because I’m sure there’s one in here somewhere.

When the lights go out I’ve found it’s a good idea to have the following things handy:

1. A fully charged lap top.

2. Lots of candles. Although I’ve noticed they’re not all that useful if you’ve forgotten where you put the matches.

3. A good book and a good flashlight.

4. A big window and a comfy chair. Watching lightning can be a breathtaking experience.

5. A non-electric can opener. You can prop up a wire rack and put a pan on top of it and a candle underneath to warm something up – but you gotta get that something out of the can first.

6. A list of all the clocks in your house, and some kind of mathematical plan on how to run around resetting them so that they’re all the same. And when you get that figured out could you please share it with me, because every clock in my house says something different.

7. And MOST IMPORTANT: somebody to freak out with when it’s all over. OMG, we were without power for almost 45 minutes!! It was just so unbelievably AWFUL, you have no IDEA!!! They’re going to try to up your story, so make it a good one.

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