I was going to post about Walking a Narrow Line, or Keeping One's Balance, or Placing One Foot in Front of the Other, or Walking the Fence, or Why Rubber Pads Are Bad Support Bases While Standing on A Ladder. But then I tried to access my blog site...
My heart is JUST NOW starting to beat in a regular rhythm, after about 30 minutes of head banging. Crazy stuff happens in cyberspace, especially for the tech challenged. The blog I had never had trouble accessing since 2010, now would not allow me to post. And just why not??? Could it be that since it had been a full 7 months since my last visit, big brother thought I had died? Could it be because some weirdo had accessed my blog and stole all my really great posts, and there was now nothing to show? Could it be that my website had connected to the blog (after all, it WAS showing my business email address...weird), and erased everything not pertaining to the beauty industry? Yeah. I know. That one was a little bit of a stretch.
So...very looooonnnnngggg story, short. I was logged into my business account instead of my personal account. Since I have not yet created a blog driven by Google, for that site, it's no wonder it was saying I did not have a blog yet. Good grief! I'm really not sure why that made my heart pump a gazillion times a minute, nor why I thought you'd want to know that. I guess it was the thought of losing all my posts and that all of you would cry. I was frantic inside, while trying to be nice (my husband demands it), to the fella on the other end of my conversation piece that was telling me there was no technical help for the blogger. Breathe out, Mary. Breathe out...
So...I recently changed out the sheer curtains that allowed a lot of light to filter in through the blinds, as they hung in the spare room where Reagan takes her naps, when she is lighting up Grams life. I replaced them with black-out curtains, thinking she might rest better in a pitch black room. I knew she wasn't going to like that. Nor was I. Not sure why I thought it a good idea, other than the fact she is used to sleeping in the dark when she's home, and I think also, at her daddy's.
Every time I walked by the room, all I could see was darkness. Maybe a bit of light was peeking around the edges of a couple of curtains, but mostly, it felt foreboding. The removed sheers had provided Reagan a place to hide from Grams, and she'd never had trouble sleeping before. But these heavy, thick, black, monsters were just too dense. She couldn't see Grams trying to find her. Nor could she shake her head no, when Grams asked if she was behind the curtains. When she woke from her naps, Grams now had to walk into a dungeon to get her and couldn't see that beautiful smile she always had, upon first awaking. Nor could Reagan see Barley, Bunny, Spice, Bear, Willie, Tommy, or Cuddle Bear because it was so crazy dark! She couldn't even be sure she was even sitting up. Too dark to tell. Bad call...
The moral of this story? Never block out the light. Functionality goes down the tubes in dark places (hiding really means hiding when in the dark). Laughter is minimized. Since one can't see their hand in front of their face, one can't know that anyone is listening to their laughter that is meant to be shared. A sense of aloneness develops (can't find our friends), and the room gets really cold. The good news? We can always choose light, if we'll but remove what is creating the darkness. Never block the light.
Until next time, you'll find me letting the light shine in, right here...in Mary's World.
