Distraction 1I've been very busy taking the pain management program at one of our hospitals' Chronic Pain Centre. After years in physical pain (and mental pain), I've made some great strides in terms of getting better. Yes!!
But I still have to keep working on exercises, and walking, and stair-climbing, if I'm going to stay better. That has been keeping me busy. And thus distracted.
Distraction 2My old computer has died (more or less). It certainly is not reliable any more. So I got an iPad.
It went back a few days ago.
Having it was not a good experience.
I found it hard to use, and not at all compatible with the other "peripherals" in this Bear's cave. It just does not to make a good primary computer. It's a nice toy, for those who can afford it.
So, I got a MacBook Pro. At about three times the price. I've have been busy getting it to work. It's a bit quirky (not Bear's fault, I assure you), with new things to figure out. I cannot transfer to it a lot of the material that I wanted to move. But it seems to work well thus far. Life will improve as we get better acquainted.
Distraction 3As I mentioned to you in my past post, the minister of our congregation is not healthy. So, on 36 hours notice, Bear lead morning worship last Sunday.
What happens next is not clear. For the third time in 30 years, I may end up serving this congregation as an interim minister, while our pastor gets the care and rest he needs.
Now, the ExcitementWhile I wasn't paying much attention to my blog, I gained a new "follower." As in someone who wants to hang out with us (meaning you and me).
Follower number 100 is Murr Brewster, from Murmurs. This former US Post employee runs an "interesting" blog. Her mind is as sharp as the tip on an ancient fencing foil; her humour as dry as a salted cracker. Just don't expect her to "go postal."
Like those other peculiar but brilliant folks who choose to keep Bear's company, and yours, hers is a blog you are advised to read.
To Conclude . . ."That," said Bear, "is that." For today. Remember: one more follower is one more person in our conversation.
When I opened things up this morning, I found there were 101 followers, not 100. Of course, by time I made my discovery, this post had published itself. (It's magic!)
So, follower 101, I'm coming to visit!
Ah, what's this? Close to the end of the day, number 102. Hey, Suburbia, I thought you were already a follower. You're here often enough.
Wait a minute! Are you involved in this, Allen Funt? Where's your camera?