Circuit overload. Maybe. I am neither a computer programmer nor can I assemble a computer. I used to change the oil and filter in my car before cars got computerized and too complicated.
I had a bluescreen moment this week.
Rescue dogs Lily, Lulu and I pretty much keep to ourselves. We are cordial, friendly and helpful, but do not interject or impose ourselves anywhere, on anyone. The most invasive I have been recently was taking a fresh-baked batch of yummy cookies to new next-door neighbors. (They loved them!) So we are basically invisible. People see us, we smile, wave, that’s about it. If someone stops to say hello or pass the time of day we are happy to accommodate but we rarely initiate anything.
So when we were on the homestretch after an early morning walkie and wished a neighbor a good morning, I was surprised when she asked when I was moving.
“Sorry?” I replied.
“Aren’t you moving?”
“Oh.” She thought for a moment. “Well, did you just buy a lawnmower?”
“Oh, well, glad to hear you are staying.”
It’s weird to think no one has anything better to do than determine whether I am moving or not, or take an interest at all. I really do try not to be noticed. Kind of like Emily Dickinson’s little poem, “I’m Nobody, Who Are You?”
So far it’s worked. Glad that we’ve established, having only just moved to this house a little over two years ago I’m not going anywhere else. Yet.