My goals for this week:

Finish mailing out the Fall Specials (so close, yet so far!) All 214!!
Clean! Clean! Clean!
Finish projects I started
Spend more time with mom
Say something ‘nice’ instead of mean
Be thankful
Spent more quality time with God (Im sad to even have to put this on a list)
Take pictures everyday! (I can almost hear myself laughing)
Ride to town atleast once
Walk daily
Write a post worth reading
Drop stuff off at the second hand store (a feat that has been needing to happen for two weeks now!) YEA!!!
Clean desk off (gulp)
Operation Christmas Child shoe box
Housewarming gift

I hate lists, but love crossing things off. So here goes. Happy October week!

What are your goals this week? Anything special you hope to accomplish?

Categories: Life

I remember laying in bed listening to the good old dial up going. “EEEEEEEEEE RR EREREREEEEEEEEEE” and envisioning that little red horse galloping across the screen. To me, the internet didn’t do much else. I always thought mom and dad spent their evenings trying to “Connect” to this annoying noise. Fancy game anyone? Never realizing there was a whole other world out there. Beyond the big clunky box that made funny noises. Infact, I don’t think they realized this either.

Life then, almost seemed easier.

Maybe it was because I was a kid, but before the “Internet” landed in all its high-speed, wireless glory – back before these “kids” grew up and eventually got tired of waiting for the horse to connect to nothing (or maybe they just got tired of watching their parents go even crazier) and invented such a thing – life was easier.

We locked our computers in rooms, called “Computer rooms.” Back then, these computers NEEDED rooms. Back before the ultra slim and thin notebook arrived on the scene, computers came as giant boxes that stored about as much information as your pinky finger. Combined with the fact that they really didn’t do all that much and well, they were confined to their rooms. Never being aloud to travel the world. I wonder what people would have thought back then if someone told them that “One day, that computer will travel the world.” Yea. Whatever.

My computer time was at first a short window of time when I sat all curled up in the office chair with room to spare. Putting in a music cd and playing a game of solitaire. The most complicated it got was deciding on the background for the cards. I liked to alternated between the two “Fish” backgrounds and never could figure out which was better. When it was just me and the computer we would play a whole game before getting bored and leaving the computer, alone in his room.

As I got older we were introduced to things known as “Computer games” this was where you and your friends would all pile onto the computer chair and shout “GO LEFT!” “GO RIGHT!” or something along those lines. This was much more fun than “Board games.” The only game I really remember playing with friends was “Oregon Trail.” Setting off you load your wagon up with assorted items, name your party – after you and your friends, of course, and off you set. Over the Old Oregon Trail. Along the way a few friends would die. Snake Bites. Malaria. It didn’t matter if you had chosen “Doctor” as your profession. Some snake bites couldn’t be cured no matter how much “Down time” you gave you and your ten oxen. Eventually, after crossing rivers, fixing broken axles, and loosing a few dear family members you would make it your destination and the “Winner” would be in charge of the (not so wireless) mouse.

“Who done it” and “Kye” were two games my sister played. Games that were, sadly “Too old” for me. Who done it – a game that came in the mail for her birthday, on an over-sized floppy disk that didn’t ever work on the first try. A one dimensional very pixilated “man” would move across the room gathering “clues” to find his “Missing sister” who would disappear through the bookshelf every time.  I could never get past trying to understand how and why she fell for the same trick.  Every time.  Darn that bookshelf.  Kye was just as frustrating to me. A green dot moving through a maze of yellow squares and round balls.

As time moved on we were given “Computer time” which was when we set a timer for 20 minutes each day and were given that amount of time to play a hearty game of “Solitaire” or “Hearts.”

But the most profound moment came when I was probably 10 or 11. When a customer waltzed into the shop and declared the starting of a new “Internet browser.” “Google” he said. We laughed. What was he talking about. He went on to explain in great detail, what this thing that sounded more like baby talk than anything, was.

I don’t really remember what he had to say on the subject, just that he took over the computer, typed in this funny name and brought up a brightly colored page that he said, would find anything you wanted. Like magic.

And the world was never the same again.

I took off for a bike ride to town today.  Wanting to get in atleast one last bike ride before the weather turns into ice and snow and its no longer possible to ride to town.  It didn’t take too long to get in, but once I got to town, I started seeing something I hadn’t ever seen before, and Im not sure why.

A man with no legs smiled as he drove his wheelchair down the sidewalk.  I smiled back.  Ive seen him before, his license plate proudly states that he is a veteran.  And while I don’t really usually think twice about those kind of things, today I kind of stopped to think, and wonder.

What makes him smile?

But I continued on, and while waiting for my stack of bills to be processed, I saw a man walk out of the company across the hall.  The woman held the door for him, as he stumbled out.  As he did, he laughed.  He paused, said a few words to her, she smiled, they laughed together, and he struggled out.  He had two arm crutches, as he relied upon them to get him a few feet, his phone rang.  I watched as he leaned, balancing his entire body weight on one crutch, holding it for dear life.  And while his hand held the strength his legs didn’t have, he laughed on the phone.  Carrying on an everyday conversation.

Then another man, with two canes.  Hobbled across the floor.

Neither one were that old.

And in an instant, I realized something.  I don’t think I have ever been grateful for my legs.  My legs that not only support my body, and run when I tell them to run.  My legs that I so often, dislike because of their shapes, or size, or pasty whiteness.  My legs that peddled me to town.  And back home again.  And will be there to support me when I jump out of bed without a second thought.

Today?

I am thankful.

To have my legs.

I am thankful that I can ride my bike, and run when I want.

Those three people I saw today, smiled and laughed like there was not another care in the world.  Yet I complain and bicker, and argue, and get upset – over stupid silly things.  Im not saying that they don’t have bad days, and I don’t even know what they think, or who they are.  But what I saw, was three people, without legs that worked properly – smiling and laughing.

And myself.  With two very good legs, who had just done a 6+ mile bike ride – sour about the events of the day.

So today, among other things, I am thankful.

If for nothing else, I am thankful for my legs.