There is some frustration flowing through the Cree household this morning.
I’ve been struggling to get some software working the way I want. Sometimes computers can be downright infuriating. I just love those times when you follow the instructions laid out to install a new piece of something and yet it still doesn’t work. I know there is a reason, but I can’t figure it out! Grrrr..
But I’m not the only one struggling here today.
Low Rider is about to go nuts.
Gorgeous keeps a free flowing bird feeder just outside one of the windows to the back yard. She likes keeping track of the different kinds of birds that partake of her generosity.
The boys pay close attention too. It is not unusual for Low Rider to run from window to window trying to find a bird he was casing after it flew off. And Fat Boy will go into this weird vocalized convulsion sometimes because he so much wants to get at the birds. Sometimes he sounds like he’s demon possessed. I wish I had a recording of it for you. It truly sounds bizarre.
Gorgeous says it is good for the boys, enriching their lives so to speak. She calls the window on the bird feeder “Kitty TV.”
Well as you can see the boys were watching the telly this morning. Low Rider was more intense than Fat Boy, which is not unusual. I was struggling to get the computer to do what I wanted it to off in my study. (It still isn’t working right. I gave up for now and will attack the problem again when I have more time.)
I’m sitting here and I hear a big thump on the window. It sounded like one of the birds flew into it. Gorgeous, who was sitting right there reading, burst out laughing, which was my clue that it probably wasn’t a bird strike.
She said Low Rider got so frustrated that he thumped the window with his paw. And it was loud too. Scared all the birds out of the back yard. Well for a moment anyway.
As you can see from the second photo they didn’t stay away from the food for long!
Sometimes when I get frustrated or depressed it helps me to put things into perspective. If I look around at other people’s problems, I often realize that mine are pretty much small potatoes.
Job was a guy who had big problems. In a very short time he lost all his wealth, his family and his health. He was tempted to turn his back on God. Listen to his cry…
“Is this not the struggle of all humanity? A person’s life is long and hard, like that of a hired hand, like a worker who longs for the day to end, like a servant waiting to be paid. I, too, have been assigned months of futility, long and weary nights of misery. When I go to bed, I think, `When will it be morning?’ But the night drags on, and I toss till dawn. My skin is filled with worms and scabs. My flesh breaks open, full of pus.
“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle flying back and forth. They end without hope. O God, remember that my life is but a breath, and I will never again experience pleasure. You see me now, but not for long. Your eyes will be on me, but I will be dead. Just as a cloud dissipates and vanishes, those who die will not come back.”
Talk about a guy feeling pain and suffering! Yet when it was all said and done, after Job had complained to God and God had responded to Job’s complaining listen to what Job finally says:
Then Job replied to the LORD:
“I know that you can do anything, and no one can stop you. You ask, `Who is this that questions my wisdom with such ignorance?’ It is I. And I was talking about things I did not understand, things far too wonderful for me.
“You said, `Listen and I will speak! I have some questions for you, and you must answer them.’
“I had heard about you before, but now I have seen you with my own eyes. I take back everything I said, and I sit in dust and ashes to show my repentance.”
I especially like the point Job makes about “talking about things I did not understand, things far to wonderful to me.” How many times do I do that in my complaining?
Gives me something to think about.
Now if I could only teach that principle to Low Rider!
Enjoy!
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I knew I wanted to fill up the tank before I turned the car back in because I didn’t want to get soaked paying the rental company $5 a gallon for a less than full tank, or some such. Fortunately on the highway I was on had an 
The trick was the booth at the O’Hare exit. There is no operator at that exit. It is cash only, exact change required. But you have to be a bit of a detective to figure out how much the toll is because the only place it tells you is a little sign on the toll collecting machine itself. It happened to be $0.80 too.
When I walked in the place it was really loud and the entry way was filled with a mob of people under 4 feet tall. I quickly weighed out my desire for good pizza against wanting to find a quiet place to enjoy reading some more in my book over dinner and I chose not to wade through all the kiddies to find a table.
This time, however, I had to drop her at the curb and head right down to Jacksonville for work of my own. No Starbucks. No hanging out in the terminal. Couple that with the fact that my company is sending me out of town for 10 days before she gets back and it made for a bit of a Grumpy Chris this morning.
Gorgeous and I had a little tiff last night. It was about something stupid. It usually is. Last night it had something to do with rearranging offices. Dumb.
Yesterday I got to be right out in it. And that’s not so bad when you are dressed for it. Unfortunately I wasn’t. When I went up onto the ship it was sunny and a steamy 95 degrees. Sure there were clouds in the sky. And I’d even heard the NWS break into the radio once as I was heading out to the port. But they were talking about stuff a couple counties away from where I was. And I distinctly heard them say something about very little apparent motion to the storms they were talking about.
I don’t even mind so much getting wet, especially when I know I can go straight home after the job to get dried off and a change of clothes. The digital camera and the cell phone don’t deal with it so well, however. Funny, that they weren’t even what I was worried about. My paperwork was far from dry. Nothing like a little downpour to make your notes bleed all over each other.
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