Amish Post-Its to Icloud
Let's just say
that the morning started off so wild
that by the time I got to work
I decided to take notes.
(The photo above will be explained later, hang on,
it was one of those days)
I knew that I would not remember it all.
So, I get up
and get my shower
and
nothing fits.
Nothing!
I was headed that way
and
I knew it was coming.
Just
Too
Much
Food.
Why do I do it?
If that is not enough
to start a day off wrong...
Out the door at 7:30
with
ill fitting clothing.
Quick round of hide and seek and chase at Shawnee's house,
just enough to get everyone amped up
and we go to the bus stop
where
as the bus is stopping
yellow lights flashing
a white pick up truck
hits the gas
to apparently beat the red lights.
And I am angry.
Later JWS would say,
"Didn't you get the license plate?"
Well "Excuse me," I reply,
"I was holding the hand of a six year old.
watching the bus slow,
while a truck flies by at about 60 MPH
four feet from us,
all while keeping an eye on the
four year old
still in the car
opening the sun roof
in the pouring rain...
I think I was maxed out"
I strap in the four year old
head to the grocery store,
get groceries,
head to work,
and
on the way
in a normally
no cell service area
my phone rings.
It is Mom,
she sounds as though it is urgent.
I tell her I am going to lose her
and I will call her as soon as I get to work.
Three more miles.
Work,
unload the four year old,
still pouring,
gather all the grocery bags
for lunches at the shop this week,
drag them all in,
still pouring,
(the rain just makes this more dramatic)
toss them on the table and call my Mom,
concerned.
This is what I hear,
"My cell phone is not working,
it says something like
Nothing has backed up to Icloud
because you have not been
connected to a computer or Wi-Fi.
for three weeks."
Well,
no one is sick, in the hospital, bleeding profusely....
Crisis averted.
You see,
my mom was murmuring
for awhile.
She had a dumb phone.
She couldn't text,
she couldn't see her pictures,
she couldn't get her voicemails.
I was having trouble helping her,
I didn't understand the phone either.
And then she said it,
looking at MY phone,
"When do I get one of those phones?"
JWS was against it.
Totally.
I felt it would be easier
for me
because I could talk her through any issues.
So I upgraded,
Shiny new Iphone5
and
gave her my, not quite as shiny, Iphone4
So, while she has had some issues,
it has all been pretty good
until I try to explain
ICloud
to a 79 year old.
The same 79 year old that I tried to explain
the concept of faxing to
a few years ago.
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She just could not comprehend how that
piece of paper got through those l
skinny little phone lines.
I told her to think of Icloud like a big filing cabinet in the sky
where they save everyone's
music and photos and videos.
She accepted that,
For now.
I get off the phone,
and
JWS is looking at me,
impatiently and says,
"We have a problem"
And shows me the
Amish Post It Note
pictured above.
It was beside the front door
when he got to work.
Who needs paper
when you have plywood and a Sharpie?
"The new addition was measured wrong,
the steel is cut for the roof,
the trusses may be wrong,
the footer is too wide,
I need your math skills..."
So we go out in the
POURING RAIN
once more
with a tape measure
and
figure.
AND IT IS NOT 9:00 YET, FOLKS!
The work day was crazy,
I mean really crazy,
but with a morning like that,
it almost seemed OK.
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