Or, how First World problems won’t get me down!
Yes, it’s one of those times when I really have to pause, take a deep breath and remember that I am very fortunate to have been born here and not in a third world country were very little of my life is under my control including survival.
Yet, I suppose it is all in what one has become accustomed to having. Odd thing, it surprises me just how easy it is to become accustomed to having more than before. I grew up without a lot of the things that the other neighborhood kids had. That didn’t bother me until I realized it and found out that they knew it too. I suppose we would have had more if my father didn’t have a problem with alcohol but he went to work every day so it could have been worse. I’ve met people that grew up like I did who had it worse. The thing of it is- I grew up knowing how to make do and make it. For most of my married life my husband and I continued that tradition. We worked hard and our daughter did way better and that made it all worthwhile.
Now, we can afford a few things that we never could before. Things like computers and cable T.V. Wow, it is amazing how important those two things have become to us. Even more so when you realize that when we were kids there were three channels on a tiny black and white set and we had a party line when I first learned how to use a telephone!
Well, the other day the cable went screwy and after an hour and a half on the phone with the cable provider trying every trick the guy could think of- we have an appointment for a serviceman to come out mid-week. Oh, and somehow we are not covered for the in home cable even though we thought we were. Somehow it was dropped? Wasn’t by us but not surprised.
The second deep breath I took was over my upgrading to Windows 10! Everything was fine until I tried to use my radio connection in the living room. Nope, nada, nutt’n! I can’t figure it out, neither can my husband. So I sent an SOS to my nephew how works with computers and he’s coming tomorrow.
Me? I’m sitting here a little upset. My hubby is a LOT po’d. He hasn’t learned the art of breathing or of remembering that First World problems are annoying but not critical to staying alive and safe.
And, I’d deserve it.
Peace (and prospective )