Thursday, January 3, 2019

I Love It When Things Just Click


Sometimes things are more obvious than they may seem.

I recently got a new cell phone, a Motorola, after being pretty dedicated to Samsung for the past few years. I tried this one out because it had some features that were more superior to Samsung’s offering in the same price bracket, and for the most part I have been satisfied. However, like with most new cellphones, not all functions are created equally, so navigating the new layout has been challenging here and there, despite it still operating under Android, which I am familiar with.

One function in particular that I could not figure a way around was how to change the default application to open email attachments. Accidentally, I set it so the printer app for the printer I use at work would open all email attachments. This would not have been such a big deal if the darn app allowed me to preview these attachments before sending them to the printer; alas, it did not. So, I would try to view files sent to me via email, and not be able to view them unless I was on my desktop or laptop. Not too convenient for a working mom Realtor on the go who generally has to do most things one-handed.

I searched the settings, and could not for anything find the key. Yes, I should have just “Googled it”, right? Or called customer service. But, you see, it was the midst of the holiday season when this happened, and now we are nearing the end of a very unMerry Sickmas in my house, so doing anything beyond opening an email and attempting to view it has been futile.

But, then, this morning, while driving Fifi to the pediatrician no less, the lender for a closing I have next week called to gently remind me I still needed to review the closing disclosure before the buyer could sign off on it. I had tried to view it last night, you see, but that stupid, f*@$ing app….

After hanging up with her with the promise of me getting to that CD as soon as humanly possible, a light bulb went off. Just uninstall the damn printer app, dummy. So, that’s what I did. And then my email not-so-magically defaulted back to the original PDF viewer where I could actually SEE the attachments on it.

So simple. So many headaches could have been avoided.


The point I am trying to make here through all this babble about cursed technology and being too busy to do even the simplest tasks is, sometimes we make things harder than they need to be. Sometimes the answer really is right there for us find in plain view.

But, our minds get crowded with all the other things we need to remember and concern ourselves with. Simple tasks become impossible. We lose focus. That has been a theme of my past year, I think. Where is my focus? My family? My job? My house? Me? I have felt very scattered, and oh so unlike myself.

What was the simple answer? My mind is still too clouded to see. But, hopefully, that light will go off soon and I can finally get myself back on track for good.

In the meantime, I have resolved to surrender myself to my duty as a mother and caretaker; the trip to the pediatrician revealed a double ear infection for my poor little sweetie (who is currently napping). Today she is on the road to recovery, though, I will nurse her back to health and try not to let all the others worries cloud my judgment.

Sick little sweetie

Listen always to your heart…and in some cases, common sense helps, too.

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Perhaps a Pig-shaped Lantern Would Help


It’s New Years Day, and Seraphina has been sick since Christmas Eve. Not good. Her regular pediatrician’s office is closed until tomorrow, and I do not think she is sick enough to warrant a trip to the ER or urgent care, so I just gave her the last dose of Motrin and she is now snuggling with Great Grannie watching Puppy Dog Pals.

This situation is giving me flashbacks; when Lily was about 2 months away from turning 3, she spent NYE in the children’s hospital back in NJ for a nasty respiratory virus. It is never pleasant to spend time in the hospital with a sick child, but to spend it there on a holiday made it all the more bitter. I am wondering how this has come to be, to have another sick holiday with another young child. I had hoped and prayed last night that this illness would be behind her by today, so I can’t help but feel this is 2018 taking one last stab at me after I complained about it.

Screw you, 2018.

My dear friends Jay and Melissa have this awesome annual Chinese New Years party which I dearly miss since having moved south, and early this morning I got a Facebook notification about it- Jay reminding us its coming up, and that it will be the Year of the Pig. I was born in the Year of the Pig 1983, so maybe that holds some meaning for how this year will be. According to the Chinese Zodiac, pigs can be a symbol of good fortune. They also tend to sleep in, which is why they are the last sign on the zodiac. I definitely slept in today.

Birth year aside, I have held pigs in higher regard and adored them since as far back as I can remember. They are cute and smart in my opinion, although in many cultures that is not the common conception.

When I was in elementary school, we went on a school trip to visit a farm. The only thing I remember from the entire experience was getting to hold a soft, pink baby pig. It was so sweet and I just wanted to take it home with me. That moment affected me so deeply, it was probably the very first seed that caused me to go vegetarian a few years later, a diet I have chosen on-and-off again ever since; currently, I am not practicing vegetarianism or veganism, however I would like to be (not an easy feat when you live next door to the BBQ capital of the USA).

Today I am in a funk, surrendering to “doing nothingness”, and focusing on making my sweet little baby feel as comfortable as possible. Maybe we’ll get lucky and this is the last day she’ll feel bad. Not the best way to ring in the New Year, for any of us in this household. Our littlest light is dimmed today, and we are finding it difficult to do much of anything but helping to gain back that light.

And that’s what we’re all searching for anyway, isn’t it? Finding our light, or holding on to it. I hope I can move through the darkness more adeptly this year, and remember the light is always shining, but sometimes I must seek it out and nurture it a bit.

Image courtesy of Aligorith's Lair