qwertyness

my keyboard died. and since i use my ipad for most everything now because i hate my little netbook, i was typing everything on the screen. and i felt like my right (or my left) arm had been amputated or something. i tried to keep up with everything i do online using the screen, but truth be told, it made me feel so uncomfortable, i felt queasy whenever i was trying to express myself. weird, huh?

so today, i finally went out and bought a new keyboard. the jury is out. not sure if i like it or not. it's different. my thumb is irritated. i have a bandaid fix on it.

but, that is minor. what is major is that i can now type again. and i never quite realized how soothing the physical act of typing is for me. i simply like to type. i like to let my thoughts flow through my fingers. it's satisfying in a way that speaking never is. It's certainly more soothing than trying to tap out a message with my thumbs and index fingers on a screen.

so, a plane dropped out of the sky. somewhere between malaysia and china. 239 people, just gone. so disconcerting that no amount of typing can type it all away.

so, a close friend is dealing with a family situation that breaks her heart. so disconcerting that no amount of typing can type it all away.

so, someone i know and love is having to deal with something that they really should never have to deal with. life is just not fair. so disconcerting that no amount of typing can type it away.


again, we just have to realize that we are lucky to have any of the good things we do have. i am grateful for my children and that they are safe and sound and well. I am grateful for my grandson. i am grateful for my friends. who respond in the middle of the night, when i need to talk to them. i am grateful that i have enough food to eat, a roof over my head, a car to drive, and a job that allows me to afford all that.

and it's better to be able to type. even if you can never really can type it all away.