Sometimes a color calls. Green and gold make me think of Dad, and just now I'm seeing that the roses bring his mom, Rosee, into the story, too.
Yesterday I spent a bunch of time at the computer store. It was stressful feeling as if I only understood every other sentence, and couldn't retain any of them. Finally, I thought to take notes. Things are in it, and it no longer types in a cryptic language. Now the shift button doesn't work, meaning no punctuation or capital letters, which means most passwords can't be put in. So... a new computer is needed, and an adaptor, and another backup box, and an appointment in another town to have this old one downloaded for transferring. Honestly, I was ready to walk away from everything. Things grow more and more complicated, or I'm becoming more and more simple.
Instead of making the appointment, I got lost in this tree. Maybe I'll call next week. One step at a time.
"Breathing in Green" and liking how this can mean different things.