My husband went out on a business trip the night before last. Within a few minutes of him leaving, the internet connection was broken, then the furnace died and the house got really cold. He is a computer geek and creates software. Things break in his wake even though he does a good job with them. I wonder if he is like that spoon bending guy who bends spoons with his mind when he leaves tables while my husband perhaps breaks things, but he counters that he is such a great guy that people break things right after he leaves just to get him to go back!
I was in withdrawal until they fixed the connection this morning. Communication makes us human and I was less human for 32 hours.
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Did you hear about what happened in India? Some ship dropped anchor right over the undersea cable to India, and we didn't have any internet access for a few days. At least, that's what I heard. My news sources could 'not be reached at this time'.
I totally know what you mean, I am lost without it at times.
Tea,
Thank you for the Sesame Street video. That one always brings a tear to my eyes. I had forgotten that it was Ernie and not Kermit who sang it. Now that I know that YouTube has "Sesame Street Classics," I'll be looking up "The Frogs in the Glen, and "Born to Add," (by Bruce Stringbean and the S Street Band), etc, along with my usual staples of the Incredible String Band (esp. Painting Box) and Malaysian singer-songwriter Pete Teo (esp. Arms of Marianne).
On the University of Maryland campus, there's a bench with a statue of Jim Henson and Kermit.
At Henson's funeral, in the huge Cathedral of St. John the Divine in New York, they sang "Rainbow Connection." From the reports I heard, there wasn't a dry eye in the cathedral.
And I'm glad you're back on the Net. But like the Christian concept of baptism by desire, your desire to be connected meant you were still fully human for those 32
hours.
Was there anyone who Jim didn't touch? That man had the biggest, kindest heart!
I used to coach for a therapeutic horseback riding clinic and I felt magnanimous. Then eight years later, one of my sons qualified for it. I couldn't drive there without crying. Then one day he was invited to join a horse show. He rode to. . . The Rainbow Connection. He had his helmet of and his special gear. I was more sad than I'd ever been, but more comforted at the same time, thinking of that wonderful man,
My net is also weird.
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