Monday, July 02, 2012

A Dizzying Array of Events

Ok, I purposefully sat back for a week to see if all the much-anticipated hype of the Uranus square Pluto configuration would manifest in to anything significant. Well, I was not at all disappointed in what transpired to clearly demonstrate the influences that only Uranus (radical change) & Pluto (transformative power) in an aspect that represents major challenges (square) can bestow upon every day events.

In the past week, just in the USA alone, we've had:

1) Tremendous heat waves spanning from the plains states to the East coast, breaking hundreds of temperature records across the nation for this time of year
2) Torrential downpours of rain in the mid-west states of Minnesota and Wisconsin that caused unusually severe flooding
3) Some of the worst 'out-of-control' forest fires ever recorded in the history of Colorado that destroyed a multitude of homes in Colorado Springs and elsewhere
4) Wind storms that caused much physical damage, deaths and power outages for millions in the country's mid-section all the way to Washington D.C.
5) A ruling by the Supreme Court on the proposed Affordable Care Act to be found constitutional (and changing the wording from fines imposed to taxation on those who do not comply with the program)
6) Glaxo Smith Kline's (a large pharmaceutical company) pleading guilty to committing fraud and to pay $3 billion in restitution

I'd say that this last week represented quite well the revolutionary upheaval these two planets stand for in tremendous tension with each other.  But, wait, there's more! That's not all folks. It should be interesting to see what transpires when these two behemoths meet up, exactly squaring each other again, on the following dates:
September 19, 2012
May 20, 2013
November 1, 2013
April 21, 2014
December 14, 2014
March 16, 2015

If the last week is any indication, hold on to your hats; it's going to be a bumpy ride.


©2012 Debbie Ballard

Friday, May 11, 2012

I brake for lilacs!



Score! I'm sitting here surrounded by the lovely scent of a few fresh-cut lilacs...their fragrant sprigs permeating and intoxicating my imagination. For me, they herald May and mid-Spring in a way that no other flower can. Honestly, I can hone in on them like radar while driving. Like an addict, I scour the moving landscape with my keen eye for the purple cones, knowing full well that I only have a few short weeks in which to pilfer them from abandoned lots and properties. Never have I deprived myself of this vice or...when I owned homes, I planted them in my yards...when I did not own homes, I planted them in pots. I have a compulsive dependency on lilacs, for when they are not in bloom (which is most of the year) I have my stash of lilac essential oil to tide me over. My parents injected me with my first dose of lilac obsession by lining two sides of our property with a wall of lavender, deep purple and white varieties. I am hopelessly incurable during the enticement of their blissful bloom. Mark Twain must have loved lilacs, too, because he once said:
"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the lilac sheds on the heel that has crushed it." Do you think he'd mind too terribly much that I just substituted one itsy bitsy word in his quote...from violet to lilac?

©2012 Debbie Ballard (text only)

Tuesday, May 01, 2012

May Day Mayhem

 

In my youth, it was common practice on the 1st of May to gather Spring flowers from your yard, fashion them in to impromptu bouquets, leave them on the doorstep of your neighbors and then run away after knocking on their door or ringing their doorbell. What was left for them was an act of surprise remembrance by someone who lived close by, in the form of fragrance and beauty.

Today is a totally different story. Too many around the world utilize May 1st as an excuse to wreak havoc upon their fellow neighbors with mindless acts of vandalism and violence. I often wonder what those who initiate these actions would feel if it were their property or possessions that were being ravaged for no reason, or worse yet, their loved one hurt or killed during these brutal outbursts.

Understandably, there are often gross economic inequities that exist within all countries, governments and corporations, etc...there is absolutely no guarantee that we get to live in a perfect, utopian world...but I guess I just fail to comprehend how committing such acts of devastation can solve these dilemmas. Just exactly how do these types of actions resolve these problems, is what I'd like to know.  How does deliberately hurting someone else in a myriad of ways make things better for us all?

This is just another example of man's inhumanity to man and, quite frankly, when demonstrated in this manner shows animal-like regression rather than human being evolution. Surely, there must be another way to be heard, validated and to spark change for the better. So my plea to those who join in with the lawlessness of this day, I say to you, 'try to start with dialogue and not destruction'...because your actions DO reflect upon who you are as a person and what your heart truly represents.

 ©2012 Debbie Ballard

                       
                                               

Thursday, April 12, 2012

To The One Who Knows



this dreamy melody

 hurled me across the sea to my date with destiny...

breezes that ruffled the feathers of the peacock

 were the same that breathed life in to me, then...

fanciful light danced off the newly bloomed daffodil

 flooding my spirit with hopefulness...

my eyes, wild with passion,

reflected the fate placed within...

all was fresh and new, 

yet took place standing within the hallowed halls of the ancients...

a simple shared familiar moment in time

caressed itself on to my soul...

 so that I shall never forget...

       never forget...

       never forget...

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Grand Trine


In earth signs (Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn), and all at 9 degrees (Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Pluto)...a rare event. I've been waiting for this fortunate time period for a long while, but leave it to good old Mercury Rx to be the proverbial fly in the ointment. After waiting for weeks while computer #4 was in the shop being repaired in another state and for the many days it took to ship to and fro by ground, I was finally able to press the 'on' button yesterday afternoon. Why am I not surprised that there is STILL something wrong with it, even after shelling out additional $$$ on top of the warranty? It's Mercury Rx for Pete's sake! My display is totally there...BUT 1/4 of the screen has what looks like a white band aid with smudges over it that is so pervasive that I can't see what's on my display on the left side at all. I was able to somehow maneuver underneath this opaque blob and drag out my desktop icons...but can I get to 'Start?'...hell, no! For all of you who have been waiting for articles, this is why it's not happening. So, just like the blank horoscope that is pictured above...there is definitely something missing...you can get the general idea, but there are no details so you can't easily 'read' the situation appropriately. Thanks a lot, Neptune!  I still have a virus I can't get rid of on computer #3, the sticky 'L' problem on #1 (which I went to great lengths to write this with) and the complete death of #2. Yeah, yeah if I were rolling in 'dough' they'd all be fixed, but obviously I'm not and have to incorporate in to the budget what I can do and when. But, it's not just merely inanimate objects where there's lack of clarity. I'm finding the same dissolving-dissolution mechanisms going on in other areas of life, as well...a real disconcerting and disappointing disconnect in different arenas. I love Neptune, but sometimes it's really difficult to see through his smoke and mirrors routine; but that's exactly what he's famous for. Oh well, at least it's snowing outside right now...that's something I can count on...for the moment...

©2012 Debbie Ballard

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

2012: Week Six




Wow! Can it really be 35 years ago that I stood in line for 5 hours in order to watch the first 'Star Wars' movie? The line of people wrapped around the movie theater several times must have looked like a coiled snake as seen from above. Standing in line in July in San Antonio, Texas is not what I'd necessarily describe as a 'picnic' either. The Century South 6 theater was relatively state-of-the-art back in 1977, as I remember. The movie 'Star Wars' was the most amazing combination of cinematography and special effects we had ever seen back then.

This week I donned a pair of high tech 3D recycle shades and didn't have to wait even 2 minutes to catch all the action thanks to the pre-pay convenience of Fandango. 'The Phantom Menace' appeared on the big screen larger than life, while I rocked in  an over-stuffed stadium seat complete with drink holder, munching on peanut M&Ms.

I fully expect that 35 years from now I will be watching another version of the same saga on some new-fangled technology of the future, probably accessed completely out of thin air with a variety of interactive endings to select.  All the while, though, I will be fondly remembering the 'cinnamon rolls' hairdo of Princess Leia from that first movie back in 1977. Check out 'Hardware Wars' on YouTube for a tongue-in-cheek parody on the original movie. It might be just be goofy enough to make you smile.



©2012 Debbie Ballard (text only)



Saturday, February 11, 2012

2012: Week Five



As Neptune (the consumate dissolver) lurked over the last degree vestiges of Aquarius (which rules electronics), I watched in a somewhat horrified and semi-shocked state as a light fixture, 2-month-old computer #4 and a 4-door, 3-way refrigerator/ freezer all went up in smoke. It was as if he lingered in the quagmire between his toes before finally dipping his big toe in to the sign of (where it belongs) Pisces on February 3rd,  and where he will remain for the next 14 years. From someone who has a very prominent Neptune in their natal horoscope with a natural modus operandi for all things happening beyond the veil, all I can say is "come on in, the water is fine." Oh, and this little, tiny, itsy-bitsy post only took a little over 4 hours to accomplish on computer #3...no wonder I have lots and lots of silver-gray hair.

©2012 Debbie Ballard (text only)

This week can best be summed up by this song made famous by singer/songwriter Alanis Morissette:

"Ironic"
An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
And isn't it ironic... don't you think

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
"Well isn't this nice..."
And isn't it ironic... don't you think

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...don't you think
A little too ironic...and, yeah, I really do think...

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out...

http://youtu.be/Nm-1xvWibt0

Monday, January 30, 2012

2012: Week Four

Holding a petite, innocent, beautifully-constructed newborn in your arms fills the psyche with the amazing wonderment about how far each individual develops within an entire lifespan. Most every parent feels this way no matter what flag their child is wrapped in. My husband's great granddaughter shown here was born in my birth month that I share with both my paternal and maternal grandmothers. This year those ladies would have been ages 145 and 120 years old, respectively, had their cycle of life lasted longer. What wisdom could they have imparted to this brand new, precious life? Being born under the sign of the (water) Dragon myself, I feel a special affinity with this particular new year that began on the 23rd...yet I am unsure if I am of the Yin or Yang variety. One source tells me Yin while another completely refutes that and indicates Yang. Regardless, the pendulum of life swings back and forth, like a lullaby in diurnal motion, completing the cycle for generation: next.
Photo Credit:  Choo Yut Shing

©2012 Debbie Ballard (text only)

Sunday, January 22, 2012

2012: Week Three


Wow! Wild Weather Week! First, moderate snowfall that was compacted down, followed by accumulative inches to feet of widespread snow, followed by freezing rain that created a thick, treacherous ice crust on top of the snow along with wind that broke weighted-down branches and trees on to homes, cars, power lines or just plain collapsed roofs, followed by the melt/thaw and a very, very slow clean up that hasn't even begun yet...sounds like the layers on an ice cream sundae, doesn't it?...some places look like absolute war zones...however, what I will take away from this experience was that nothing beat walking in fresh fallen snow at 4:30 in the morning for the insulation of absolute quiet with no airplanes flying over...sheer bliss...

Here's just a few of the memorable things that happened during the last 7 days :

Over 300,000+ households without power
All 3 runways shut down at Sea-Tac airport, hundreds of flights canceled
2317 car crashes within a 24-hour period
Tacoma Narrows bridge shut down for hours because of falling ice
More than one county or city spent half their snow budget on just this storm, alone...and that was before the end of it!

Here's some of the best videos I found on YouTube that best describe visually the greater Seattle area's 'La Nina winter fun' adventure:










P.S. As a VERY deep surprise I learned that one person was alive this week after not hearing from them or about them for almost 5 years and I learned that another became deceased after no contact for 41...talk about standing upon the extreme edges of life's spectrum-this week was definitely it!


© 2012 Debbie Ballard (text only, no videos)

Thursday, January 19, 2012


Happy Birthday and RIP JP...January 19, 1952-May 13, 1976...may your favorite song and your sweet memory remain in our hearts forever...

Saturday, January 14, 2012

2012: Week Two

Third week (and beyond) of the respiratory flu and still no end to coughing jags and exhaustion for me. Alas, this virus was not very conducive to celebrating my birthday or welcoming a first great-granddaughter in to the world; both momentous occasions, indeed! It seems as though everyone I talk to knows someone who has this 'bug' in varying stages. I did get out of the house more this week and in doing so I kept noticing one thing in particular: people totally engrossed in their smart phones. Mind you this was not while they were by themselves...oh no. This was in the full presence of family and loved ones at the breakfast, lunch or dinner table. I saw fathers completely (and I mean completely) ignore their children during the entire meal. I saw mothers get annoyed if their little ones interrupted their mesmerized gaze in to the lighted rectangle held within their hands. I saw a couple in jogging attire that never said one word to one another, but instead were captivated by whatever they were looking at on their respective phones. Just like internet addiction, one thing about smart phone junkies is that they forget that real people exist outside of some screen. Remember to interact with those real people in your life too, please. A little cold wind and the enchantment of snow at the end of this week solidified this image in to my psyche.

©2012 Debbie Ballard                                                                                                                   

P.S. This week also made me think twice about ever wanting to take a cruise on a ship 3 football fields in length with a capacity to hold 4500 passengers. Keeling over at 90 degrees and going for an unexpected swim in frigid waters would not be my idea of fun. Is this a new feature of "all inclusive" I wonder?

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Ode to Twinkie

***Please sing to the melody of 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star'***
Twinkie, Twinkie:
little cake.
Hostess Cup Cakes:
no more bake.
Wonder bread, 
but most of all
I will miss the pink Sno Ball!
Twinkie, Twinkie,
won't you stay?
$$$ troubles,
GO AWAY!

Ho Hos, Ding Dongs,
Donettes, too...
all these gone 
will make folks blue!
Lunch will never be the same,
all because of corporate gain.
Hostess, Hostess
my oh my...
you now make us
cry and cry.

Zingers, Fruit Pies,
Suzy Qs...
all the flavors
and jobs, too!
Lost forever in U.S.
making economic mess!
Twinkie, Twinkie:
so, good bye...
I remember 
with a sigh.

©2012 Debbie Ballard


P.S. Unless you never roasted a Twinkie over a campfire, you've never lived.

Saturday, January 07, 2012

2012: Week One

Nothing like waking up from a dream on New Year's Day in which accomplished actor, Robert De Niro, calls you on the phone to exclaim, "it sucks" in true NYC Shakespearean form! I soon began to realize that he was referring to the respiratory flu I have had since around December 23rd. Now I truly understand why Hugh Hefner wears pajamas all the time...they're damned comfortable when you feel like excrement! New Year's resolution to lose weight? Heck, you don't need one when you have this virus! Nothing like celebrating the New Year by going to bed at 8:30 at night and never to hear so much as a firecracker 3 1/2 hours later. While feeling my worst before retiring I contemplated that if my demise was upon me that many of my projects would be left unfinished for my family to unravel, hence my sole 2012 resolution: GIT 'ER DONE! I've been crossing off items on my bucket list ever since, thanks to a slow-moving Saturn and Neptune trine that I am told is formed about every 11 years. Ideas and visions implemented during this time period (approximately a month) will have positive and long-lasting results. So, a good time to clean up my act. Now, if only I could breathe without the hinderance of phlegm, have my normal energy back and be able to smell fragrances again, I might be able to call life good. In the meantime I'll spike my cup of hot black tea with cumin, cinnamon, honey, lemon juice and a jigger of rum!

©2012 Debbie Ballard



Wednesday, November 23, 2011

November deluge...

Wow! So much is going on this week it's literally flooding my senses. Ok, ok...I concede that because the Greater Seattle area of the Pacific NW is currently having the heaviest amount of rainfall it has seen since 2007, may just be a wee factor in influencing me. 

Batten down the hatches, because take a look at what transpires in less than one week in November 2011, alone:

Sun enters Sagittarius
48th JFK assassination anniversary
Airplane exodus (maybe, depending upon the weather)
Mercury Retrograde (oh brother, here we go again just in time for shopping)
Macy's Parade (maybe, depending upon the weather)
Thanksgiving dinner (serious food)
Football (snack food)
Movies (movie food)
Solar eclipse
Black Friday (buy, buy, buy...has anyone figured out how to be in 23 stores at once?)
Venus slides in to Capricorn

I may be all wet, but just thinking about all that makes me want to slip back under the covers to listen to the howling wind amid the torrential rain on the roof. Instead, I think I'll simply concentrate on what Thanksgiving really stands for, while enjoying the company of dear family and friends. How about you?


©2011 Debbie Ballard









Thursday, November 17, 2011

Bittersweet

There once was a charming little downtown cafe that I adored for years, aptly named 'Bittersweet.' Unfortunately, its demise was prompted by relocation of the city's central hub and the economy, in that order.

One interior wall was original brick and was always dotted with framed creations from area artists. Its uneven texture created the perfect backdrop for ornately-carved and refurbished antique sideboards that always stood guard in front of it. These portly credenzas, consistently laden with ever-changing interesting artifacts, created perfect nooks and crannies throughout the room. At lunchtime conversations flourished across wooden tables stained to match; positive energy so very palpable at the noon hour. Each intimate unit's focal point contained a few sprigs of fresh seasonal flowers, which, by themselves warmed the soul immediately.

External window flower boxes held the latest season's floral treasures...always a feast for the eyes. During summer, they overlooked a small park of sidewalk tables and chairs shaded by huge umbrellas, extending the same inviting ambiance out in to the street. Sometimes these windows would be strewn with the magical atmosphere created by white twinkling lights under moonlight. Other times, hung from them,  wind chimes crafted of twisted silver forks and spoons indulged the melodic appetites of patrons.

Yes, their warm, frothy lattes,  homemade bread and thick clam chowder were absolutely delicious...but what I miss most of all was the absolutely perfect apple crisp of all time. It was the best I had ever had the pleasure of tasting...better than your Mother's or better than your Grandmother's recipe. The apples were sliced so thin and uniform which, in and of itself,  was enough to marvel at. But, coupled with it's aesthetic value was some sort of magic combination of just the right kind of sweet/tart apples, butter,  flour, sugars, cinnamon, oats and nuts baked to perfection and then all topped off by a dreamy dollop of cold, homemade whipped cream...well, whatever culinary expertise was used to create it,  it was simply and utterly superb in every way imaginable.

Bittersweet, indeed, now that I can only rely on memory to remind me that such a splendid quaint restaurant existed...whose legendary essence, at least, still lives on.

 ©2011 Debbie Ballard







Tuesday, November 01, 2011

Les Feuilles Mortes


Walking betwixt the cascading rain of assorted hues that only a brisk Fall day can conjure, I can't help but lament of other Autumns past. Frosty days that were painted with the colors of mahogany, crimson, copper and goldenrod..falling leaves all accomplishing their last floating-dance-on-the-wind to terra firma.  Busy were the rotund bushy-tailed squirrels hiding away their found acorn treasures, while I admired the shape of a leaf gifted from the same oak tree. Raked in to a funeral pyre, the shin-deep demise of the leaves do bequeath one last contribution, though: the much-anticipated smoky aroma of the season. In this magical transition, nature inspires us by taking pause; seen oh so clearly through the rolling fog.

 ©2011 Debbie Ballard

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

New Moon Revelations



New Moon (Sun conjunct Moon) in the cardinal sign of Libra at 4 degrees, opposing Uranus in the cardinal sign of Aires at 2 degrees and squaring Pluto in the cardinal sign of Capricorn at 4 degrees. Not to mention a stellium line-up in Libra (Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus & Saturn.) Also,  Mars at 5 degrees of Leo sextile Mercury at 2 degrees of Libra and trine the Uranus position, too. Mars is also squaring Jupiter in 9 degrees of Taurus and Pluto is in trine with that Jupiter. Lining up with the galactic center is no small feat, either. Talk about loaded!

Some major points in my natal chart were abruptly influenced by these specific transits today and basically caused me to come to some instantaneous conclusions. Although these astrological configurations are not all sweetness and light, their delivered earthquake-like jolt at lightning speed today awakened me to a renewed and focused sense of purpose...it is now time for me to conduct the sojourn down the path that has been designed for my very own spirit-soul...revolutionary vision to say the least...BRING IT ON!



©2011 Debbie Ballard

Sunday, September 25, 2011

How sweet it is



Once, many years ago, I was fortunate enough to attend an exhibition of a famous calligrapher at the Frye art museum in Seattle.   Her personal signature defined her work from all others by incorporating a gilded rendering of a honeybee somewhere within her alpha creations.  Once an admirer of her craftsmanship knew this, it became a fun adventure to discover this symbol within her many works of art.
Within ‘The Healing Powers’ series of books by author and fellow intuitive, Cal Orey, there is also a very unique and distinctive signature.   She skillfully interweaves an ornate combination of history & facts, myths & legends, remedies & recipes, stories & personal accounts in all of her works of literary art. Her latest contribution, ‘The Healing Powers of Honey’ is no exception and is completely dripping in the natural sweetness of this fascinating subject.

Again, it all boils down to discovery…
…starting with the first time you may have had the pleasure to drizzle this sweet nectar directly on to your tongue…
…or by spreading the whipped version across a warm piece of crunchy toast…
…or by sipping this elixir straight from its natural container and then chewing on the wax of the honeycomb…

There are thousands of things to discover about the goodness of this gift of nature within Cal’s honey book, where she leaves no hive undetected. While reading it, I stirred some fireweed honey in to a cup of hot jasmine tea, lingering for a moment within the steam of their coalesced fragrances to marvel at how the average worker honeybee makes only 1/12 teaspoon of honey in its LIFETIME! Not only that, but, in order to make a mere pound of honey, bees have to visit at least 2 million flowers! Talk about sweet indulgence! This is something I wouldn’t have known had it not been for Cal’s extensive research and it quite literally shocked me as if I had been stung by a bee. I realized at that very moment how much I had taken the magical ingredient of honey for granted and, at the same time gave me a new appreciation for the meaning of my first name, which happens to be ‘bee.’

From the famed beautifying milk and honey baths of Cleopatra, to the warm ambience glow of beeswax candles, to the unique healing power of Manuka honey, to the varietal flavors of honey from different flowers…the discovery located within the pages of Cal’s new book is an adventure in pure honey bliss!
Cal’s book release coincides with National Honey month, is published by Kensington and is available, not only through them, but also in paperback or e-book format from Barnes & Noble and Amazon.com.

To learn more about Cal Orey and her extensive world of wonderful writing go to her website:
http://www.calorey.com/

©2011 Debbie Ballard

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Never forget...

For me, the date of September 11th used to represent the day my father celebrated his birthday, but all that changed in an instant 10 years ago. I'm, at least, thankful that he didn't live long enough to witness this one poignantly horrific event in history that forever changed those who did.

These immoral attacks on civility spurned just the opposite reaction than was probably intended by such drastic actions. They not only unified my country's populace at the time, but also created a solidarity between the 93 nations that also suffered a prolific commonality of loss. All precious persons who unwittingly became victims of circumstance and infamy because of these events were loved by someone, somewhere.

Conversely, the heroism, bravery and selflessness displayed in a multitude of immeasurable ways will fill a lifetime's worth of books, film, photographs, recordings and memories. People giving to complete strangers in their time of need brings us back to the humanity that should exist within all of us; stories so compelling that imagination pales in comparison to their reality.

That one morning in time was not the only example of man's inhumanity to man that has ever existed, but what it taught me, personally, was: to never take anything...or anyone...for granted.

©2011 Debbie Ballard

Friday, September 02, 2011

Back to Cool


Mercury retrograde always provides ample fodder for the 'why did I do that?' file. Take, for instance, these examples sent to me via email from friends during the most recent MR:

Tried to start my car this morning by putting the key in the seat belt slot.

I was going to put a pre-written $99 check in a door payment slot, but I almost inserted a $20 bill instead.

Sorting through my car's glove compartment looking for an important paper only to locate it 10 minutes later in my mouth where I was temporarily holding it while searching.

I was using a hair dryer but noticed my hair wasn't getting dry. Then I looked in the mirror. It helps to point the device towards your head instead of away from it.

Never wrap your 'popped-off' molar crown in a tissue and then just stuff it in your purse...because sooner or later you will clean out your purse and think the tissue is used and without thinking you'll discard it.

That, in fact, should be the buzz word for Mercury retrograde: WITHOUT THINKING!

By far, the most frustrating part of this particular MR for me was the 'dreaded computer dilema.' That's code for "please, just shoot me." My nearly 2-year-old netbook got a virus and over the course of a week decided to eventually give up the ghost. Of course stuff like this only happens to me when I have no funds to buy another outright. Since my connection to the internet was also embedded in this device, so too did my ability to access the web, die. So I frantically drive to my internet provider store to see if they can transfer my 2 remaining months under contract with them to a different computer. Pretty simple, eh? NOT! All they want to do is 'upgrade me', thus creating a totally new 2-year contract that I didn't want or need. By the way, since my provider no longer provides 'unlimited' monthly access I would be paying up the Yin-Yang from now until eternity for the amount I formerly used. WHAT? Perish the thought. Read my lips; that isn't what I asked for.

So I packed up my beleaguered puter and my meager budget and set out on uncharted waters. I promptly traveled to another internet provider store and within 10 minutes had a 3G/4G- capable USB plug-in antenna with UNLIMITED access. Take THAT former internet provider customer service!

Feeling a sense of relief was only temporary, though, as I went home to resuscitate 1 of 2 other laptops that were, heretofore, declared deceased by 2 highly-trained computer professionals that specialize in diagnosing the 'dead.' Somehow I was able to resurrect one but my fingers are crossed. For some reason the letter 'L' on the keyboard is slightly higher than the rest of the keys so if I don't hold my hands just so over it lthen llllllllllllllllll my ltyping wouldl lin all actualllity loolk like thisl! After playing musical chairs with the 3 laptops I owned, plus 2 I didn't and many hours of troubleshooting interspersed with very colorful language that only drunken sailors use...I finally have a system that works (I think)...

Never a dulll moment with Merclury reltroglrade!

©2011 Debbie Ballard