Sunday, May 10, 2009

Be Careful What You Ask For...

I've been asking my youngest to start a Blog. Well, she did today, I guess as a Mother's Day Present. A twisted, warped Mother's Day present.

I present to the blogging world, my kid.

Actually, this is one of the most delightful Mother's Day presents I have ever recieved. Thanks, Rachel!

I needed a new laptop. Being very impressed with the free customer service my oldest received when her laptop BSoD'ed three days after the warranty expired, I ordered myself the same brand, you know, the one that starts with a "Dell".

I know I am not the best typist in the world, but I do know when I am not causing the cursor to appear somewhere else in a document I am attempting to type, like I sent it through some short-term memory time warp. Due to the fact that I so hate/loathe/despise to talk to Tech-Lack-Of-Support, I emailed Dell and am waiting with baited breath for a reply. Since Google is my friend, and conferring with my brother-in-law, I have determined that this brand of laptop has had issues with wonky keyboards in the past (go Google "wonky keyboards"and Dell will most likely come up in the top ten search replies).

So, we shall see what transpires. By the way, I've had to retrieve my cursor at least fifteen times while typing this post.


My sister tells me one needs to be very specific when asking the Universe for something. Perhaps I should request a codicil.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

A Child's Bouquet

When Spring came to my childhood home and May finally appeared, our yard became flush with violets. Islands of purple amidst a green grass sea. Blooms bowing slightly on long stems. Along side the stone foundation sprouted clumps of Lily of the Valleys, the small white, perfectly formed bells hung like fragrant dewdrops from the strong green reeds. Nature worked Her magic by placing these two flowers to bloom at just the right time in the life of a child. Simple flowers that grew in such a way that they could be easily plucked by little hands. Violets, so vibrant in color, so subtle of scent. Lily of the Valleys, simply white, but complex in perfume and quietly exquisite in formation. Flowers in perfect balance, joined together at the right time to make a delicate child's bouquet...a tussy-mussy to be excitedly given as a token of love.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom.