Technology Blues

It’s been a while since I last wrote the blues… The site below is fabulous for anyone interested.

http://www.dannychicago.com/how-to-write-the-blues.html

 

Got a new phone this weekend

Now technology’s got me down.

Got a new phone this weekend

Now technology’s got me down.

Nothing seems to work right

All I do these days is frown.

 

Well I can’t listen to my voicemail.

Google voice is acting strange.

I can’t listen to my voicemail.

Google voice is acting strange.

People are trying to reach me.

Why can’t my accounts just interchange?

 

I was driving home from work,

and my phone began to ring.

I was driving home from work,

and my phone began to ring.

The law says you have to be hands free.

My car’s bluetooth can’t find this thing!

 

I’ve spent time waiting for answers,

trying hard not to snooze.

I’ve spent time waiting for answers,

trying hard not to snooze.

It’s no fun getting a new phone when you’ve got the

technology blues.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Analogy

“It sounds like a weasel playing a kazoo!” said my son, in response to a bagpipe playing an Irish jig.

My son has the most fascinating thoughts, and I do think I should start writing them down. They are often unusual enough that it is impossible to remember them, but I’m always left somewhere between shock, wonderment, and laughter.

Good Night.

I don’t know what to write tonight,

I suffer from sleep deprivation.

My brain can’t think straight tonight,

I feel a lack of precision.

It’s late. Too late to be up still tonight,

My bed time needs a revision.

How important is it I do work tonight?

Sleeping in my bed, I can envision.

 

 

 

Books and Movies

I have always had this irrational fear of watching a movie based on a book that I’ve read, and enjoyed.  The last part being key to this fear, though perhaps “fear” is not quite the right word. When I read a book, I picture the scenes, characters and events, and the story flows from one scene to the next, much like a movie. Movie directors never get it right.

The interesting thing about reading a book is that you have your own previous experiences and knowledge base to work with, and no one else’s.  My Mom was very concerned when I told her my son was read The Hobbit. She kept reminding me of how violent it is. The characters fight, wield magic, face dragons, and then there’s the army from Mordor (right?), all culminating into an epic, and horrific battle at the end.  While listening to my Mom’s concerns, I began to wonder just what “movie” my son would pull together while reading it, his previous experiences and knowledge base consisting of only eleven years. I will bet that it looks nothing like mine did when I read it for the first time, as a teenager. I can promise you that neither his movie, nor that of my younger self look anything like what I can pull together now.

 

 

House work

I spent the morning cleaning my bathroom and kitchen.  I live with pigs!!  Then, I went outside, because my family came home, and it was so beautiful today.  I couldn’t make myself go back inside to clean the living room and bedrooms.

“Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity.”

-Erma Bombeck

Unfortunately, I found more brownie patches to iron onto my daughter’s sash hiding in the kitchen.

“My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.”                      -Erma Bombeck

 

I find that Erma Bombeck and I often think the same way.

 

 

 

 

My New Bike

Seat sparkling,

pink paint shining,

flowers, big and bright.

 

Feet moving,

wheels turning,

hands holding tight.

 

Streamers crackling,

skirt billowing,

feels like I’m in flight.

 

Hair flying,

smile forming,

I am quite a sight.

 

Beautiful weather, and a beautiful weekend forecast means it’s time to pull the bikes out of the garage, check the chains and brakes, put air in the tires, and adjust seats and handlebars for growing children.

Why did the banana seat ever go out of style?  At least my daughter had the joy of streamers on her handlebars, and a white, plastic basket with three, big, plastic flowers on the front of her bike.