Adapt and overcome...

So, today started off like any normal day as of late for me. My alarm goes off to the sound of Hands to Myself as Mischief greets me with a morning lick that goes from my chin to my forehead. She thinks it's funny, I am not amused by it, but it is our morning ritual as she knows not to do the HAPPY DANCE, I HAVE TO PEE DANCE on the bed. I let her outside so she can do what needs to be done and stumble down the hall to take care of my morning business as well.

About mid-morning and I feel that I am right in the middle of getting a great deal done and the energy of productivity is pumping through my veins as the adrenaline is on full tilt and I crash our internet. Now at the time, I am not exactly sure what it is that I have done, because my "techiness" and ability to fix things goes so far as my ability to tell you what color it is...in all fairness, I now know the modem is white and the router is black and has 3 antennas on it. The reason for me knowing these fine details is because I sent out a panic text for help in resolving the issue.

I was lucky to have a savior call me and attempts to walk me through some trouble shooting steps, which did not work. The cable company was called and the "modem can not be pinged"? was the response that was received. Once again, what color is it? At this time I am relieved that I was not the cause of the Chernobyl meltdown, but it meant that I would be without internet for the next couple of hours until help could arrive.

Changing gears, I send out a series of phone calls, texts, smoke signals all in an attempt to keep my momentum going. Eh, a couple of meetings are confirmed and details about an upcoming project are discussed. And then that was it. My day had come to a screeching halt. There was nothing else I could do without the aid of my computer and my connection to the universe. I like having a direct link to god, it's comforting. Any question I have can be answered, I just have to make sure that I spell it correctly, because, as you well know, if a couple of characters are off, down a rabbit hole you go.

I find the looming hours as a chance to really just decompress and clear my mind. I grab my beats earbuds and start working in the garden. It is an amazing concert that covered everything from Armin to Zevon. Yes, I know I am a musical hot mess, but what can I say, I love all types of music. and when tending to a garden, it just amplifies the experience. The sights, sounds and smells...yup I was in my happy place.

With the deed of attending to the seeds completed, I sat down with my drink and started to read a book. I know, what a novel concept. It was even leather bound and had pages that I actually had to turn. Now, don't get my wrong, I have a number of reads on my tablet, but this occasion I felt something more meaningful was required. It was good to get lost in the pages for a couple of hours. When I was done, I felt that it was long overdue and I had a calm since of accomplishment. They say you view the world through the last book you read. I am not sure if that is true or not, but I would like to think there is some truth in the sentiment.

A couple of years ago, I had met a friend at a gathering of literary types. They were discussing the different books they were reading at the time and painting a romantic picture of what it was like to enjoy the visions of the authors they were currently devouring. My contributions were non-exist, since my reading list was limited to the topics of management and sales, productivity and six sigma. Not exactly on the same page as Hemingway or Frost.

The most common theme which resonated from the conversations around the tables was, yes, a picture is worth a thousand words, but a few words are worth a thousand pictures, emotions and memories. Because your imagination is an incredible device. THE SMELL OF YOUR MOTHERS COOKING FILLED THE ROOM. Nine words. How many memories, pictures, smells are running through you head right now? Yeah, me too. Isn't that a beautiful thing? I like to think so.

A garden tended to, music enjoyed and an author I don't personally know took me on an adventure that was colorful, loud and fulfilling. All in all it was a good day. I am not sure when I will be able to experience another one like I did today but I think I am going to work on it. The internet is back on and I am back to work. Smiling knowing that the leather constrained story is awaiting me to release it into the the vast empty space between my ears.