Apple Picking. =)

My dad bought a ticket to the moon from a comic book
when he was a kid in the early 1900's.
Out of high school he sold sets of books,
The Harvard Classics.
For a time he supervised the running
of a huge drum carder in a New England woolen mill.
During my childhood he worked as a Research Supervisor
on a poultry farm.

Over the last month my little laptop computer
began to suffer delusions.
Even though Norton Security insists my laptop is virus free,
I have grave doubts.
In the midst of randomly flashing blue screens at me,
it started broadcasting bits of commercials to me.
It refused to talk to my printer.
Then one day it chose to broadcast Paula Dean and her sons
talking about cooking something.
I quipped to family members and friends that PD & Sons
were probably
discussing cooking my goose/laptop.

Is it any wonder that at this point I chose to follow
in the curious, adventurous footsteps
of my father?
While I did not purchase a ticket to the moon,
I did pick and order a MacBook Pro Apple Computer.

My blogging buddy, Teresa Kasner and her dear husband, Dayle,
invited me to meet them at the MacPac store.
I asked Dayle to act as a voice of reason for me,
which he nobly did :)

In the midst of the disasters and discord of life
when some suffer disproportionately more than others,
I am grateful to have the opportunity to stretch and grow creatively,
as I type to you about what I am learning about
forming fibers, and fabrics,
loving God, my family members, friends, neighbors and my enemies,
and fashioning colors to celebrate the beauty I see around me.

What have you been picking to do?

Hugs to you from Gracie <3