Seems lately like I can handle the big challenges life throws my way but it’s the little things, the unexpected, stub-your-toe-in-the-dark things that are taking me out at the knees.
For example, this morning I came to my computer and found out it had re-booted. Â Apparently, it needed to do updates and I had it set to do so automatically. Â (curses self for not checking that setting after the OS upgrade). Â That in itself is just an inconvenience, requiring me to open some apps that I had up last night. Â What almost made me cry was the empty paint.exe window staring at me with a mocking expression and a nya-nya-nya. Â You see, last night and for several days now, that application was hosting a picture of my beloved. Â I grabbed a screen-shot of her from the webcam. Â It was a sweet, un-posed, un-self-conscious picture and I loved it. Â And now it’s gone.
Yeah, I hadn’t saved it yet, figured I had time. Â (kicks self, repeatedly)
Things like this aren’t earth shattering, they don’t materially make life harder, but they feel like a blow to my heart. Â For now, I have that picture securely taped to the inside of my eyelids, available whenever I want to gaze at it, sighing, like a love-lorn schoolboy. Â For later, I had better damned well remember to save the screenshot next time or I’ll do more than kick myself.
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