To make a long story short, my husband is a genius and my hero. His Internet searching prowess led to the miraculous resurrection of the Oracle, also known as my trusty MacBook Pro. Its malfunction? A problem with the graphics card, subject to a recall. So the expired warranty ceased to be an issue. The Mac is back, and it didn't cost us anything. They even fixed the battery and disc drive! Hooray!
I always try to savor it when things break our way. It's a precious experience around here.
Anyway I've spent this evening catching up on the 45 blog posts Google Reader saved while I was in the laptop desert. And a couple of my Internet friends -- by whom I mean my only friends, for I am a hermit in my old age -- have been writing about life struggles. My heart aches with theirs, and I wish them comfort and courage.
Food photo break!
I love late summer...
That's a couple of tomato slices, with fresh mozzarella, basil leaves, and a sprinkle of salt. Crusty bread or crackers make it the best lunch of the year. I had this like, three days last week. Though I have to admit: that fresh basil did a flat number on my breath. Sorry, front row public speaking students.
Now back to that comfort and courage. Man I have been on the receiving end of a Cosmic Screw-You or two. Of late, comfort has come to me in simmering pots and sizzling pans. I get courage from my friends and family, and a stubborn, inflated belief in my own genius.
My grandma always says you speak into existence. As in, if you say you're having a bad day/week/life then the bad will keep coming to you. In my experience, it totally works. So, listen up, universe. Give my girls a break. Share some of this love you've been giving me lately. There's plenty enough blessing to spread around. I claim their victory.
You know who you are if this crack at encouragement is meant for you. Much love, ladies. It passes. I promise.
