Category Archives: Humor

Wait…It’s Spring?

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Wait…It’s spring?  My thoughts feel jumbled and confused, like one would feel if one was a pebble tumbling in a creek, and how one would feel if all the while the creek is tinkling and babbling at the joke it is playing.  I blinked.  I blinked again.  My eyes flew open!   It is spring! How did I miss it?  I feel as if I’ve been standing 3 inches in front of a large oak tree…all I see is rough, dark bark…COVID-19.

Well, this is going to change.  Quickly, I sit up, my bare feet hitting the carpet.  I speed into the closet and grab my robe.  No time to get dressed.  I need spring.  How do I welcome spring?

I hurry around the house dusting winter away as best I can.

I know…I’ll change the wreath on my door.  So, I change this…

Winter Wreath          Forsythia Wreath

I’ll changed this…

Winter art         IMG-5322

That’s better.  But, why not this?

IMG-5316         IMG-5321

But this???

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Wait…It’s Spring?

 

“…He giveth snow like wool: he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.  He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold.”    Psalms 147:16-17

 

Weary Eyes

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My eyes are bleary,

Yes, weary.

Long hours I’ve spent

Staring at text,

Editing,

Suggesting,

Commenting.

 

My head is achy,

Yes, shakey.

Long hours I’ve spent

Thinking,

Writing,

Typing,

Encouraging.

 

My thoughts are jumbly,

Yes, tumbly.

Long hours I’ve spent

Considering,

Contemplating,

Postulating,

Populating.

 

My eyelids are droopy,,

Yes, loopy.

Long hours ahead

I”ll spend in my bed.

So off I’ll go,

Not a bit too slow.

 

©B. Donaldson, 2018. All rights reserved

 

 

I’m a Millennial Now?

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In January, I attended an online meeting with an educational group.  It is a big organization with 3 or 4 “President’s Meetings” each year.  My job is to “attend” and take notes.  Easy, right?  This would have been my second ever meetings with them.  The Fall meeting went well, no glitches, so I wasn’t expecting anything less.  However, at this January meeting, after successfully logging in to the ZOOM meeting, I could not hear for about ½ the meeting. You heard me, half the meeting! After many questions typed through the ZOOM site, I finally suggested that they check their mute button.  It was on! Frustration!

Tonight, I was supposed to be attending another ZOOM meeting online with the same educational group.  “Oh, this will be awesome,” I foolishly thought, thinking all the muting issues were cleared up. “I won’t have to spend two hours driving. I’ll relax at home, and, ha, ha, if the meeting is slow, I’ll freeze my video, listen, and work on something else.”  (I have a second screen so I can work on one screen and look at a second screen on my laptop.)  Well, my best laid plans did not go as I expected…

I should have known something was up when TODAY I had to email the organizer to ask about the ZOOM address.  It had not been sent yet. Why wasn’t I suspicious that this wasn’t well organized?  The e-invitation did arrive about 5:30. Not much time to spare, but, oh well, it’s here.  So, at about 6:00 PM, I clicked on the link.  It opened, but spent considerable time spinning its wheel…launching…launching…launching, or, rather NOT launching. Ugh!  Nothing.

More emails to the organizer.  I tried the phone-in number for the audio meeting.  “Your ZOOM meeting has not started yet,” the recorded message informed me. Yes, it has!  It’s past 6:00.   “Please try again later.,” the calm robotic voice continued.  Not again!  More emails…no responses.  I give up!               

My son walked into the kitchen without a care in the world.  “I can’t believe it. Everytime I have to work with any educational organization and technology, it is a disaster,” I stormed. “They’re always so far behind the times.  I hate it!”

“You’re sounding more like a millennial everyday,” he answered with a grin.