I am both frustrated and relieved that my computer is almost terminal. I tend to have a love/hate relationship with all things electronic - love that my computer allows me to reach out into the blogosphere where all you wonderful people are. Hate that it devours so much of my time (if I let it) - and that it is so, well, one dimensional. I find that the internet crowds out any chance I may have of deeper thinking. It's like instant gratification and, while I admit to being a fan of IG, it reminds me of cheeze doodles. You crunch into one and, WHAM! There's that intense cheezy flavor. For a second. Then there's nothing but orange dust and air. Hmm. Is that why it's so important to shovel hundreds of them into your maw? Personally speaking, of course...
Then there is my beloved Lulabelle. That would be my ten-year-old-this-year Ford Focus wagon with 210,000+ miles on her little chassis. Driving from the feed store to VT this weekend, I saw that the Check Engine light had winked on. Not good. So I drove her straight to my mechanic, where she was hooked up to the computer for diagnostics. I waited a tense 45 minutes (thank goodness for tote-able knitting projects) for the diagnosis. Seems it has to do with air intake. There's a leak(s) somewhere - gasket? manifold? Whatever the problem, there is a great deal of Cha-CHING involved. They reset the light for me and we are taking a wait-and-see approach. Have I mentioned that I love my mechanic? I do. Nicest guy ever, hands down.
However, the Universe has tucked me under her wing this week. I sold my old riding mower, as I inherited my dad's. And it should be almost enough to cover Lulabelle's recovery. Life is interesting in that way. I was very happy to notice that I did not do my usually hand-wringing and thinking it was the EOTWAIKI (end of the world as I know it). I was calm. I was allowing myself to feel that all would be well. What a nice change.
So, my dearies, there may be a lack of blogging on my part for a while. It is not because I have taken a long walk off a short pier. It's more of an access thing. I will sneak some blogging in, here and there, until I resolve my computer dilemma. New vs. more patchwork. I will pop up in your comments, just to let you know I'm still around.