Sunday Scribblings.... Disconnected

This week, the prompt at Sunday Scribblings is "Disconnected". Does it seem apt for me? Oh, yes! Does it strike me as odd that this week, of all weeks, such a prompt appears? Not at all. I often find the prompt that's offered at Sunday Scribblings is very strangely fitted to something going on in my life, just right at that time. Totally Connected, in fact!

So... the immediate link I made when I saw that word was with what's been happening with my laptop all week. Disconnected is the word! Last Sunday, it appeared to have lost all memory of me, to have disconnected from my life. It transpired, after some frantic messages to people who might know something about all this, that all the documents, photos, music that at first seemed to be GONE were actually still stored, but just in a back-room that took a bit of finding, and that couldn't be accessed straight-away on switching on the laptop. "Phew" I said. "First chance I get, I'm going to have someone look at this and sort it out for me"

That's a week ago. My computer is still disconnected from me. What's actually going on is that it won't hold my profile and settings, and has no knowledge when it's switched on, of what I want from it, so I have to teach it each time. It doesn't know I have a Skype account, and messages I sent disappear into the ether when I switch off.

No, I'm not going into all the details! Why haven't I had someone look at it? Life took over... a problem emerged with my car a couple of days later, so I got distracted with the more urgent task of finding a roadworthy replacement (which I've done, and for which I am very grateful, very thankful!) I wanted to go ahead with a planned outing on Friday with my friend, K, so I did, and so one of this week's tasks is to find someone to sort out the computer.

Disconnected? The word... That's its immediate association, but I'm actually also "connecting" to the opposite word. Connected. I can't help feeling that there's something in the fact that in one week, major faults emerged in machinery in my life... and the connection in terms of reason is that I'd neglected to follow up on minor, but irritating faults, didn't have them checked out, and then, major problems emerged.

Guess who's booking herself in for health and dental check-ups this week?

Get the connection?

For more stories of being Disconnected, go to Sunday Scribblings HERE
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Edited, later to add: Some Sad News

When I went to the Sunday Scribblings page to add my link, I found the very sad news that Otto Smith, beloved husband of Phyllis (Sunday Scribblings regular contributor, Granny Smith), had died suddenly last week. I am so saddened by this news. Her love for him shone out in so much that she wrote. They have been a remarkable couple for many, many years, and it grieves my heart to think of her huge loss. On one Sunday Scribbling post, Phyllis shared a most beautiful poem of hers, The Old Lovers. I invite you to go and read it. It's at the end of this post, and it is a most delicate poem, expressing her feeling of dread at the parting that would come to them sometime, after their 68 years of marriage. In a post on "Trust", she wrote about her decision to marry Otto. That's HERE .

My prayers are for the eternal progress of his soul, and comfort and healing for Phyllis and her family.