Windshield or the bug?

Mary Chapin Carpenter said it well, “sometimes you’re the windshield, some times you’re the bug.” In the case of the picture above, sometimes you’re the seagull, sometimes you’re the fish.  It’s been that kind of week. Just days ago, I looked at my relatively clear calendar and smiled thinking of all the fun things we would do. Since then, two in a family of four have put the medical insurance cards to good use.  That’s half! To add to it, one of my closest friends has moved far away and my laptop breathed its last gigabyte. While our little issues are small beans, one can’t help but notice that when you don’t feel well, the entire world feels upside down.  I scanned through my hard drive, looking for a picture of a big rock (to represent my kidney stone), but thought the picture of the fish would better represent how I feel. So I’m taking proactive steps to set things right. Our trip to Ireland is looming and getting one’s affairs in order seems appropriate. Gallons of water later, I’m determined to get this stone out. Thanks to the internet, I have spent way too much time looking into quackery that may or may not dissolve or push the stone along. I have drank cider vinegar, watered down. It taste like really putrid wine and you don’t get a good buzz from it. In between dealing with this, I have sat curled up in a ball whaling like Fred Sanford to his beloved Elizabeth. If a miracle ever happens, it will be when I give birth to a 6mm kidney stone. Maybe you can help me name it. Although I can’t bring my friend back from her big Colorado move, I’ll focus on the things I can try to address. My beloved 6-year-old laptop lived a long happy life. It is the computer that held out its arms and welcomed the thousands of photos that I fed it when I first got into photography. While I can bring it to the genius’s at the Apple store, I realize that no amount of brilliance may save this old friend of sorts. Perhaps I’ll go to the Apple nursery to adopt some new technology, but now without a bit of sadness.  So good riddance to this stone, happy trails to my good friend Sandie, and to my little 13 inch power punch of technology, thank you for your service. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll be the windshield or the gull.