Happy Birthday Jennifer!

Skyping

Little by little we are becoming more entrenched in technology. Although not nearly as electronically fluent as our kids, we have, nevertheless, toddled into the twenty-first century in a few ways. Our latest venture is with Skype, a free video conferencing system available over internet.

Mom has had more success with the speaker feature of our latest wireless phones than ever before, but I hoped that video calling would work even better. My goal was for her to have an easier time conversing with family because she would be able to see faces and read lips. Indeed, the back and forth dialog goes more smoothly because Mom can see when the other person is beginning to speak so that she doesn’t try to talk at the same time and she can understand them better because of being able to read lips as well as hear them speak. The added bonus has been that she can now also enjoy the great grandkids more now too. Whenever they wander into the room, they will stop in front of the webcam and wave and say something to her and she can respond back easily. It is so much more natural and carefree than being told to “say something” on the phone. It makes me realize that exchanging smiles can be much more valuable than exchanging mere words. The whole essence of each person comes through so much better when we can experience body language and facial expressions.

Of course, as with anything else, there are some difficulties. Mom’s biggest concern was how she looked. “Oh! They can SEE me? But, I don’t have any makeup on yet!” she protested the first time. That can be a drawback alright. It won’t do to accept a video call in your underwear, although Mom gave Coletta quite a start once by appearing with a mud mask still on her face. It certainly was worth a good laugh, and we can always use more of those. I think Skype is here to stay.

Hi, Grandma!

Do you see her? The little water sprite peeking out from her shimmering curtain of water? Jean spotted her first in this picture that I posted on the last blog and pointed her out to Don. She hid longer from me, but once revealed she became as plain as a photograph; her hair, eyes, eyebrows, nose, mouth, and fingers are quite plain even when the photo is enlarged.

It was a miracle that the shutter clicked at the right moment to capture this phenomena, especially since my digital camera has such a delayed reaction. Fleeting expressions that I strive to capture are often long gone by the time the action is finally completed. On this day, I remember loving how the water cascaded in sheets and only concentrated on freezing its dynamic beauty against the stolid cement post and curved chain of the railing. Little did I know that she was there, laughing at us from her hiding spot.

It happened once before, you know. I hesitate to mention it because I'm sure my sanity is already questionable, but it will not be still in my head. As the title of this blog firmly indicates, I must acknowledge the wonder of the mundane, the possibilities that reflect hope. Five years ago (ooh, there is another coincidence) this month, (on Vern's birthday), we landed in Germany, narrowly missing our connecting flight to Venice. In the midst of our desperate effort to get on the next plane we learned from a tired, but humorous German lady that two Elizabeth Kirby's were registered for the plane we had missed. Looking at me she querried, "Which one are you?" Exhausted from no sleep and fully open to the idea that we had lost our minds we decided unquestionably that Betty was in our midst, making sure she wasn't left out of a trip to her favorite country. Perhaps, and it is just a suggestion, she couldn't resist participating in another outing; playing once again with one of her grandchildren. Think what you like; but you can guess what I believe. As much as she tried to fool us, this little sprite is named Betty.