Go ahead. Say it. She has totally gone bonkers now!!! It’s true. I live in the cloud. And it is a pretty darn nice place to be, thank you very much!!! My life has gone from being low tech and uncomplicated in a few short years to having so many electronic gadgets and devices that I have chargers in every spot conceivable. I am not totally sure that it is a good thing.
But the cloud is definitely a good thing. I remember Chris’s dad asking Chris “Just what is this cloud thing they are always talking about?” I think the easiest way that I have had it explained is that it is kind of like electricity. You know, it is always there. Unless you are Amish and that is another story. You did nothing to get the electricity yourself—-other than pay the bill to provide it. All that matters is that it works when you need it to work. The cloud is kind of like that. Through your internet connection you can access all your files and downloads or whatever you have chosen to save to the cloud. And then it is all magically there. Just when you need it. From whatever device you need to be using at the moment. It is magical. I have used Gmail for ages and that is really actually the cloud because I can access my email from anywhere. So there you have it. I have lived in the cloud for a long time and am just now admitting it to everyone.
Of course the title of this post came about because Chris told me I lived in the cloud—another Chrisism…folks–they are coming fast and furious these days. But he is right. Not only do I have my data in the cloud I normally have my head in the clouds—-thinking that everyone is good and upright and honest. I used to think I was a really good judge of character but I am not. I live in the cloud. And then when someone disappoints me I can not understand it because of my cloudiness. It is true when I see others not treating my friends the way I think they should. When the compassion is just not there it makes me wish that my “cloud” life was accurate.
One thing that I am certain of is this—-I can always count on my son Aaron to help me figure stuff out. Years ago I had a dream (oh wait—that was Martin Luther King) to make my blog pretty. I had the template all picked out. I had the plan in my head. But when push came to shove I couldn’t make it happen. So I whined and Aaron said “send me your info, Moms, and I will just do it for you”. And bless his heart—he did in about half an hour what I would be trying to figure out how to do into next year. Isn’t that just the way it goes sometimes? Sometimes I need to come down from the clouds and let someone else step in. How about you?
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