Author: Catherine

Yesterday, while having a cyber conversation with my computer, it seemed like the appropriate time to clean out a few blogs. I’ve been hanging on to them for evidence just in case we end up in cyber court.

The truth of the matter is that some files are no longer necessary and a few files have been stored elsewhere.

“Did she say cyber court?”

“Silly computer, there is no such thing as cyber court.”

However, I did a massive purge of blogs, blogs with comments, links to hate-fest blogs, etc. Let’s just call it a computer high colonic and leave it at that.

No doubt, the online holier than thou bullies have saved everything said or done all in the name of being assholes, but that’s OK with me.

You see, I no longer care. My computer no longer cares. Life no longer cares.

Now, I have time to write letters to the banes of my existence – aka the HOA, AT&T, Medicare, and Congress – while looking for a new place to live (maybe).

“Simmer down, computer, simmer down. I will be taking you with me.”

“Thank you, Cath. I would be very sad if you dismantled me, smashed my hard drive, and buried me in some dumpster on the other side of town.”

As if that would ever happen … 😎

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

Route 66
by The Manhattan Transfer

I am …
the scientist
the composer
the philanthropist
the writer
the pioneer
the artist
the musician
the little old man who lives down the street
the English professor who dances to her own beat
the valedictorian
the last to graduate in your class
the social outcast
the peace organizer
the columnist
the inventor
the average taxpayer
the waiter
the farmer
the builder
the rancher
the creative soul

I represent all colors and creeds
I speak every language
I am no one
I am everyone
I make this world a better place without your permission

I am America!

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

God Bless The Child
by Al Jarreau, Jill Scott, and George Benson

 

“Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day;
teach that person to use the Internet and
they won’t bother you for weeks.”
~Author Unknown

I don’t know how to make this work, this online world of chit and chat.

You see, my cocktail party days are over – those days when I was very good at making small talk with men and women who wanted to talk about themselves, and where they would winter or summer that year.

Now, I want more than little conversations about silly things that I don’t understand, and not because silly things don’t have their place – because they do – it’s because I am an adult who longs for adult conversations. I stink at cute talk, although I will never tire of sending messages of hope and love and peace.

There should be so much more than what this is, or so it seems, or perhaps it’s just me, and somewhere along the way I lost my ability to fit in as I never was very good at going with the flow or keeping it simple or “it’s only online chat.” You know – that kind of stuff – because I do believe it matters, but there are those who make it way too hard to care, and those who applaud their bad behavior.

Perhaps I want to believe that everyone is real and good and fair, and I feel let down when the truth isn’t always what it seems. I hurt too easily. It’s not fair.

At the end of day, when I turn you off, dear computer, those who mean something to me are on one side while I am on the other side until we meet again, if we meet again, because you never know who will be here in the morning.

“Are you certain that you want to turn off your computer?”

“Yes.”

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

Long Ago and Far Away
by James Taylor