She crept up on it, somewhat because it was morning and she is rather creep-y in the mornings but mostly because it is one of the world’s most skittish creatures, and gently (because she’s somewhat gentle but mostly because it was Saturday morn and it never connects on Saturday morns anymore) pushed the On button.
She watched the tiles come up — 90% of them never used — and checked the WiFi arc… so far, so good. She looked around the room and snuck in a push on the IE tile, as if quite accidental.
The screen flashed six times — as if it was loading six pages/tabs, which it was not — and it would not load Google search, her homepage, as usual. Yes, old clunky friend, let’s fix the connection. Loaded! MSN wouldn’t load in the new tab — only the strange “b” for Bing and blue lines of things to click on, which would be fruitless. Darn — she couldn’t catch up on the latest installment of Goofus and Gallant. Ah, well.. onward. Onward to the meat of the thing — the fall off the bone perfectly carmelized roast yum.
Success! The tablet apparently didn’t realize it was working. Not only had WP blogs loaded, but so had their photos! She spent some time there, though not much lest it notice and seize up, and she clicked on a post page. Indeed, it might be a good day to buy a lottery ticket, because there was even the “Save” option up there at the top of the post. She’d been mislead before, like, 1000 times, but she knew there was always that 1001th/st time, so she began typing.
And wasn’t it rich! She’d finally entered the old beastless frontier only to find her post’s subject matter involved sharing the behavior of squirrels and crows in winter. Sick. She was a sick woman. Well, not really, but it was a sick realization. She went for it.
Her readers probably already know that squirrels eat snow, right? That they’ll hoover it up off the deck rail as if there’s no such thing as hawks or creep-y ol’ morning women not far away?
And, yes, later in this day utterly jam-packed with important observations, she mused about the 30 crows. They’d one by one gone down to the middle of the frozen river (safe from predators?) where there was some crusty snow (/an accumulation of river stuff?) — and not only did they eat some, but they flutter-rolled in it.. snow bath? Fleas? Mites? Surely crows didn’t do things just for fun even in winter?
[The big magenta “Publish” button up there in the right corner is daring me. Still, I think I should add some vegetables and sourdough rolls with real butter because this dish (call me crazy) seems pale so far. Thus: The little guy, 2.5, just informed me, “We’re going for doughnuts now, okay?” Okay. “We’ll be right back, okay?” Okay. And then, because he is a guy-in-training, he shut my bedroom door on me. I can’t wait ’til he’s guy-tall enough to shut off all the lights. I can, however, wait until he’s guy-strong enough to break down the best boxes I’ve been saving but didn’t hide well enough.]
🙂 You have a good weekend, too, okay?