Friday, March 07, 2008

Kyrie Eleison

Helped my niece work on a poem yesterday. Trying to come up with a title, an old song by the Association came to mind, "Requiem for the Masses." A little Google action and I had video of The Association performing it.  The video is a hilarious blast from the past.

It's been 35 years since I last heard that song, but I sang every word with the boys. Every word.

Where do those words live in my head? And why are they taking up space that could be better used for recalling why I went downstairs or what I was working on before the phone rang. Or, best of all, it could be used for maintaining the tiniest appearance of intelligence when my sister is in the room.

Mom couldn't get on the internet this morning. Both Safari and Explorer reported they could not connect with the servers. My sister reset the modem and fussed around with things while I watched silently. I did quietly point out that the problem had to be with Mom's computer rather than the modem or router because I could get on through her wifi. Deb rolled her eyes and I shut up. Finally, she left.

I sat down at the computer, checked the settings and discovered the IP address had disappeared somehow. I plugged it and the DNS server numbers back in and restarted. Mom was back in business. 

Simple Simon. Easy Peasy. Then why the hell couldn't I do it with Deb in the room? Seriously, she walks in and my brain goes into sleep mode. I live down to her expectations of me, over and over and over again.

Lord, have mercy.


Deb said...

Why indeed. Perhaps a rereading of what you wrote in the previous post and a liberal application to your own heart would help.

You are one of the brightest, most creative, most loving people I know. I hate that she robs you of that just by being in the same room with you.

Carrie Wilson Link said...

Lord. Have. Mercy. Amen.

Terry Whitaker said...

I am always offending my sister without realizing it. Always. Horrible, I agree.