Wednesday night I went to bed totally aggravated – completely ignoring my vow to rise above bothersome “first world” petty problems.
My husband and I had spent 45 minutes trying to change the filter on our Keurig coffee maker, to clean the K-cup Portion Pack utilizing a straightened paper clip, and de-scaling it with vinegar – which required a late-night run to Publix. We ultimately succeeded at all tasks aided by U Tube videos.
Buoyed by our efficacious (don’t panic, it’s merely a synonym for successful) persistence, I decided to tackle renewing my expired passport online. Goggling how to do just that, I actually found the process straight forward and simple. Two subsequent realizations destroyed that illusion: I had only completed Part 1 of the process AND I accidentally signed-up for a RUSH passport – which I don’t need and found quite unkind to my checking account.
Craving a break, and acting on friends’ recommendations, my husband and I then proceeded to TRY and watch the first season of “Outlanders” – the long-running series set in a fictional universe separated by a century. Season 1, Episode 1 froze in the first three minutes. As of this writing, it has not yet “thawed.”
After that final fiasco, I popped into bed – restlessly tossing and turning – totally aggravating my more mellow husband. How I yearned to be transported back in time too – preferably to the 1950’s – when our 1 black and white, wood encased television sported 3 channel choices, passports were for people far richer than my family and coffee pots were cleaned with hot soapy water daily by my mom – not me.
Bouncing out of bed Thursday morning, I followed my usual routine: checking my e mail inbox for any looming crisis demanding my immediate and full attention.
Hmmm.
Delta Airlines wants a review of my most recent flight: It was great except for the inebriated guy sitting next to me that talked to me loudly and incessantly for the last 20 minutes of the flight, beginning the moment I removed my earplugs. (Note to self – next time, keep them in til we land.)
CVS not only wants to know how I enjoyed my new purchase, but also to please share my thighs (Whoops. Weird auto correct – I meant to say share my thoughts) with other customers.
And oh yes, the Nordy Club- which I have no idea what that is – thinks it’s tantalizing me with blinking confetti – which actually is stirring up my vertigo. When my brain stops rattling from the plethora of overstimulation, I realize it’s Nordstrom’s offering me a 10 buck bonus. Not a great incentive when the stilettos I’m craving cost $625.
I almost miss it: an e mail conveying something professionally beneficial. A New Zealand publishing company is doing a project called “On Becoming 70” and asking my permission to reprint one of my Huffington post blogs. I go back and read my blog. It’s actually got some pretty good ideas worth sharing.
Which I WILL share with you NEXT week. This week I’m just too busy.
Learning Drop Box – which just notified me I now have double the storage, world class sync technology and Drop Box rewind – whatever the hell that all means
Cleaning up my passport application disaster
“Unlocking the Best of Our Lowest Prices of the Season — Just for Being Awesome!” at Michaels
Grabbing my 15% off Coupon & Transforming my space at Overstock
And running to the post office for more stamps to mail more books to my readers because I still can’t figure out how to print postage from my computer.
Whew! Sometimes it’s very hard to keep Preserving Your Bloom,
Iris Ruth Pastor