Day 69, 70, and 71 of walking

On Sunday I rage quit trying to set the security settings on the boys’ Xbox. It all started like this.

My brother set up Mikey’s Xbox account years ago, using my Microsoft account. I didn’t realize he set Mikey up as a parent until I tried to set up Nico as an additional child on my account this weekend. My brother set Mikey up as an adult because, I don’t know. It was easier? Apparently this is a thing. There are first born children all across the U.S. who are adults in the eyes of Microsoft simply because it’s easier to set them up as adults than to go through the litany of security and privacy settings for children.

I had been at it for two hours (three, if I counted the hour lost to Daylight Savings Time, which I totally did) and for some reason it wasn’t allowing Mikey to friend any of his previous friends under his new child account. Every time I changed something (it’s done online on the Xbox website via the Microsoft website WTH I DON’T EVEN KNOW) I would have him to try his console again. He would run to the TV and try to friend his best friend. Denied. I’d try changing something else. Denied. This happened over and over and over until finally I pushed my chair back from the table, gave a mock salute to everyone and said, “That’s it! I’m done! I’ll see you later because setting up an Xbox account shouldn’t be this hard. Goodbye!”

I went and had my eyebrows threaded. They look good, but I still can’t get the Xbox settings to work. The windows are still open in my browser, mocking me.

Day 68 of walking

These red flowers remind me of the year I tried to wear bright pink sneakers on my walks. The sneakers appeared so vivid in pictures that I had to research how to take pictures of reds outdoors. I read something about the sensors in our eyes and camera exposure, meters, and channels. I exchanged the pink sneakers for boring gray. I didn’t want taking pictures of my walks to become that complicated.

I was too tired to blog about my walk last night. If I was still on Instagram, I would have posted the above picture and put “Day 68” as the caption. Easy-peasy. I can still do that here, but there is something about blogging that makes you think you have to deliver something important, possibly life-changing. I debated waiting until Monday. I thought about what I would write, and decided I couldn’t just post my picture, especially since the reds were too vivid. Then, I realized that I was making it all too complicated. Blogging can feel like taking pictures of red flowers outdoors: way too complicated and not worth the work when there are easier subjects that are just as pretty. Blogging can feel that way, but it isn’t.

I’m still trying to figure out what I am doing here. Writing 200 words takes an eternity and my pictures aren’t that good. I keep going for a couple of reasons. One, it’s good for me creatively. Writing 200 words should not take an eternity. I’m out of practice and have trained my mind over the years to think and write in captions. This horrifies me. Two, I remember the days of early blogging when we all wrote about nothing and the pictures were absolute crap. I miss those days, and I’m determined to bring them back.

See you Monday.


Day 67 of walking

I forgot our tax appointment is this Saturday, so now I’m scrambling. Honestly, I would be scrambling even if I didn’t forget. Looking back on the last few weeks, I don’t know where I could have fit it in. I feel like I’m always trying to catch up, always moving on to the next project. I thought disconnecting from social media would free me up and give me more time, but I feel as time-starved as ever. I don’t want to believe that this is how life just is. That doesn’t sound right. Surely there is something I am doing wrong, or something I need to stop doing.


Day 66 of walking

Years ago, after our fourth failed attempt at getting something to grow in our narrow side planters, I told the Mister to plant Easter lilies. I noticed that midcentury homes in our area with original landscaping all had Easter lilies in the north-facing beds. It worked out well. The Easter lilies require little to no upkeep.

The Easter lilies will bloom right before Easter, and that got me thinking on my walk about how amazing it is that Easter lilies come up right before Easter, which got me thinking about the history of words and how God provides us what we need when we need it. For example (I was still thinking), when we are most susceptible to colds and flus, citrus is in season. The watery fruits of summer keep us hydrated. This got me thinking that everything and everyone has a purpose, which then got me thinking…wait a minute…those are Calla lilies, not Easter lilies. Bummer.

The post I was writing in my head as I walked crumbled like a house of cards. “Stick to the story about why we planted lilies,” I thought.

Late nights on Tuesdays

Day 66 of walking

I mentioned that Tuesdays are my long days back when I was posting on Instagram. Not much has changed. Anyone working in Catholic education has to complete a 6 month course in Theology (a religious certification, of sorts) and my class meets on Tuesday evenings. Since I get to work at 7:15 every morning, the evening classes can be a little rough. My focus is waning by that point in the day.

I do love the class. Every time I attend or do the homework, I’m reminded how little I know. The class inspires me to read more, learn more, and grow more. Tuesday aren’t all bad.

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