Decades ago speeding down the freeway I remember feeling sorry for the folks riding on a city bus. Restricted, sitting, loss of control, they can’t even get to their exact destination, I thought “Oh my, how can they do that?” What an ignorant thought. Some years later I found myself commuting to downtown Minneapolis for more than twenty years. Now not having my very own “Bus time” I miss it a great deal. A Warren Buffet quote reveals my current level of frustration; “The most important thing to do if you find yourself in a hole is to stop digging.”
I got my learn on each workday morning and afternoon. Before Wi-Fi came to the busses, I read novels, Christian books, wrote my prayers, basically I kept pretty busy and there were days when the ride went too fast for me. I taught myself how to bounce around a laptop computer, edit photos with a Photoshop program, create and edit videos, and figure out miscellaneous programs. About 5 years ago they made improvements to the freeway and that shaved another 6 minuets off of my, “ME TIME”; dang!! Some day’s I simply took a deserving nap.
So lately I’ve been advancing my technological productivity skill set, and have been trying to migrate from Photoshop Elements 6, to Photoshop Elements 2019. Because pride continues to confirm my high understanding of everything I know, frustration is beating me up. I mean really, why can’t I create two files and sort out last week’s photos? Why? Why? Why? I ask. One file for Weeki Wachee, and one file for Honeymoon Island, but I cannot. Who stole my cheese? So I’m not digging the hole any deeper. Looks like I need a commuter job again. “Rats!!”
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I’m thinking of you both this morning as our prayer team is serving this weekend, we always miss you two and the love you bring! I have my own technical issues Dan ~ I thought it would be fun to take a group selfie and post it here ~ but I can’t figure out how to add a photo! 🤪
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One would think we should have everything figured out by retirement age. But as the saying goes, “Ya gotta stay young if you wanna get old.” Hang in there Mary, and I’ll do the same.