As my daily anti-zen exercise I tell Apple’s pop up window, update software later, because later is the only option, and again try to delete that software that I don’t use. An arg may be audible in area rooms.
Why do I need a password to delete software? Will people steal my computer and take software off? Can I locate those people and pay them?
Eventually I admit defeat and hubby remembers the password which isn’t one in my list of passwords. He waves his computer mojo and the hardware settles down right to its fan-level.
Hubby can be jet-lagged within minutes of arriving in a country and strangers will ask him for advice. In Spain, Italy, France, England, and in Canada from Windsor to Vancouver. He looks like he knows what he’s about and where he’s going. And what’s more he generally has a mental map and can direct people.
Some people just have a structure to their faces that suggest an emotion. Larger eyes and small mouth that can make them look more incredulous for example. An old self who worried leave lines that make one look worried by default.
Mine used to sum to: lost bewilderment or mischief. For the first, I don’t know how many times I’ve been on the way to the store or library or on some familiar path and an older lady, or middle aged man, sometimes a young woman spontaneously appears at my shoulder looking to give me directions. Maybe it is a poem being composed that makes me look a little disconnected from where I am? I often was elicited to ask my question because “you look confused”. I generally have questions about just about anything. It’s been a long time since I’ve been approached by random strangers asking me if they can help me get somewhere.
I have such an earnest lean to me sometimes it seems like I might topple over sideways. But I also get sharp glances and questioned about what I find so funny.
I also tend to have a absurd comedy and quick wit to me. It amuses me more than anything to make someone laugh. Not that I necessarily intend. Sometimes it comes out more barbed such as when I commented that the marshmallow chocolate beer tasted as much like marshmallow and chocolate as barking squirrel beer tasted like squirrel. That yielded a near drink spew from across the table.
If no one else is to be had, I’ll make myself laugh. I tend to tamp down the wit since it tends to be cutting to the quick and the lip is far faster than the sense. (Watch where you point that thing!) I try to be a sensitive person. My laugh can seem at, but usually it’s just a laugh, delighted, amused.
Can I be more down to earth and avoid derailing conversational tone for the sake of a pun? Many behaviors can change if you have just the right motivation.
A private school in Washington recently faced a problem. A number of 12-year-old girls were beginning to use lipstick. That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror.
Every night, the maintenance man would remove dozens of little lip prints and the next day, the girls would put them back. The principal decided that something had to be done. She called all the girls to the bathroom to meet the custodian. She explained that all these lip prints were causing extra work for him each night.
She asked the maintenance man to demonstrate how difficult it was to clean the mirrors. He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and rubbed the mirror with it. Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror. There are teachers, and then there are educators.
Okay, that not have been the best example. I bore easily. I like to be amused. Canned amusement doesn’t tend to do it. Good humoured people can.