Mom and I went to help Kelly settle in. Tonight, we’re staying in Motel 6. Yes, they left the light on for us.
No, the bright bulb isn’t working in my brain. I cannot connect with the Internet. Thirty minutes of frustration, and I’m no further along the path of success. Every woman wants to be a queen, but why do I have to be Queen of Technopeasants? My talent for misunderstanding and messing up any and all things electronic is epic. I guess that’s what I get for trying to stick a bobby pin into a light socket when I was a little girl.
Not only is my computer on and fighting me, I’m recharging my cell phone. I’m also making hot cocoa in the microwave. Okay—so I managed to dial the microwave wrong and scorched the daylights out of the cup. You aren’t surprised, are you?
Mom turned on the TV. Diggers is on—two guys using those electronic beeping gizmoes to find buried treasure from the past. The juxtaposition of high-tech and history is amusing… so is the fact that next to my computer/cellphone/and the remote control is a small tin of Rosebud Salve. If you’ve never used it, treat yourself! First prepared by a druggist in 1892, it’s been a wonder ever since. As the name promises, it smells of delectable rosebuds. Chapped lips, dry skin, rough elbows… they are all cured in an instant. (And it’s cheap! $6 -$8 a tin that lasts for a loooong time!)
In keeping with my inability to do technical stuff, I can't seem to import my picture of the salve. *SIGH* http://www.rosebudperfume.com/
So things from the past can bring a lot of joy.
BTW—my heroine uses Rosebud Salve. Do you have a favorite little thing from the past that works well today? (At least better than me at my computer?)
PS. It's the next morning. I'm back on known turf, so I am able to connect.
love to you all,