When I was 12 years old, my walk to Jr. high took me down Monroe Street in Wichita Falls and past the Texas Lock and Key store, which sold bicycles.They had a bicycle in the store window that I had my eye on. I wanted it bad. Not only was it the new style, multi-speed bike with dainty little gear shifts, it was bright, lime green. So, I saved up my babysitting money and bought myself that bicycle.
It was beautiful. It was my treasure, and I took good care of it. Until one mistake - one night I left it outside rather than putting it in the garage. It was up against the house under my bedroom window, but still, someone stoled my bike. The police told us that there was a gang of kids on one side of town that stoled bikes and traded them with kids on the other side of town. They also told us there was little chance of getting it back, but they took the description. I was upset - more angry with myself and with the thieves than I was sad. Several months later, we got a call from the police; they thought they had my bike. I was so excited. Dad took me down to the police station where they brought out a bike. It was scraped and painted white with bits and pieces of the lime green showing. The fancy little gear shifts were gone and big clunky gears replaced them. Although the identity no. had been scractched off, it was in the same place mine had been. It was my bike, but it was ugly.
I held myself together until I we got to the car. Then I broke down and cried. I even told Dad that I did not want the bike anymore - it was like it was not my bike anymore - it was so ugly. I eventually got over it and rode that bike through my high school years and took it off to college. It was handy when I had to park in the commuter lot at Texas Tech. Later, I let Dad give it away to needy kids.
Yesterday I got my laptop back from the puter doctor. I was so excited. As soon as I could, I sat down to check things out and do a few little things the doc said to do. I couldn't do anything - couldn't find anything - everything was different. It was so frustrating. My expectations were to have my computer back good as new. Well, maybe that is the problem - it is like new. All my stuff is somewhere - I guess.Then the internet went down and I could not get online with any computer. Aieee! I felt like I did when I got my bike back - so frustrating - so discouraged. I told Toby that this was not my computer. Then I moped around and tried not to cry. I know it will be okay, but it is going to take some work. I need an "Easy" button.
Maybe it had been a difficult weekend. On Friday GBN1 was admitted to the hospital with bacterial pneumonia. What had started out as a cold, had quickly escalated to something worse. GBN1 was like a limp doll, yet her breathing was rapid and her heart rate was high. I spent the day at the hospital with her and her mother. It was tuff watching her so sick. By Saturday morning she was much better. It is amazing what antibiotics, breathing treatments, and fluids will do. Then it was difficult to keep her still and in the bed. They released her Saturday night.
Also an elderly good friend of ours died Friday after a brief battle with cancer. I hate that. Today we went to the funeral. He was a good man - a good father, a good grandfather. He will be missed.
Hopefully I can get the computer up to snuff soon. I will be a happier camper.