Friday, August 17, 2007

FRIDAY NIGHT and I have spent the evening delving into the mysteries and delights of downloading e-books.

You may take these things for granted, but when you are REALLY mature and your first memory of things electronic is your father's crystal set in the basement, then you continue to be amazed and confounded by all the little cyber miracles taking place around and about.....

I am keeping up as best I can. IPods and MP3's have not entered into my life yet, and I am pretty amateurish when it comes to texting. I am wide-eyed when I watch our granddaughter sending messages, - how can the brain keep up with those flying fingers????? I just shake my head, roll my eyes, and acknowledge that I was just born seventy-five years too soon to be "hip" in this day and age.

Nevertheless, I am enthralled by the idea that I can download ebooks from the library and see great possibilities for multi-tasking (an appealing concept at this advanced age, - how else is one to get everything done that one wishes to do???).

I have discovered another modern invention, dear to my woolly heart. Space Dyed Yarn! Husband sat in the car on a sweltering afternoon while I scurried into Molly's Quilt Shop in Oliver where I had heard that such yarn resided. I quickly (oh yes, I was quick, contrary to Husband's stories) bought five balls of this miraculous yarn, and am on my second pair of socks.

(These are not my socks, but they serve the purpose to illustrate what jolly footwear can be easily produced just mindlessly knitting away- no planning stripes or joining wool. I have come to the conclusion that there are some truly creative people around.

Now I can spend my evenings knitting striped socks and listening to e-books and feel not only relaxed, but virtuous about all that is being accomplished.

Important to someone with Good Intentions but not the discipline to put them all into action.

Husband is also being creative as he watches TV through sleepy eyes and plans a new ledge for the organ to hold the enormous church hymnbook, bringing it to eye level so that the organist doesn't play with her head tilted back and her nose in the air.

Time to gently shake him and get the nightly card party underway.

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