C’mon, what is an idea if not a wildly undependable vehicle, one that’s careening along strange, shadowy, unfamiliar avenues? You’ve no control whatsoever, you don’t even know where you are. The only option is to sit in the passenger seat, goggle-eyed and clenched like a fist, wondering where you’re headed. Sometimes you arrive safe and sound in a wondrous place, but mostly you don’t. It’s a risk you take because it’s a straight-up gas. Even the fiery crashes are a hoot, once you’ve healed from the trauma.
Initially, the topic for today was Apple and their greedy ways. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of updating my computer to Big Sur — the newest and most predatory Mac operating system yet. It’s a behemoth in terms of size (15.31 GB) and invasiveness. Get this, iTunes is gone — poof! So is the Oxford Dictionary / Thesaurus app. Your existing files are hijacked and buried deep, where they’re curiously reordered. In exchange, they added a ton of unnecessary apps and fonts you’ll never use and are impossible to delete. Why? To hog all the space and force you to buy another grossly overpriced computer with more RAM, since you can’t add memory to Macs any longer.
Here’s a fun fact: you don’t buy Apple computers; they do not belong to you. They remain Apple’s property in perpetuity.
That was my plan anyway, a rant against Apple. But idea cabs kept showing up and whisking me away. Serial kidnapping is what it was. First, it was a quick stop at chaos theory (which seemed too ambitious to pursue), then it was off to rainbows and how they’re losing their magic (there’s been a lot of rain lately), followed by a whoosh to the eventual meeting I’ll have with my guardian angel and the apology I owe (I’ll get around to that soonish, maybe), then a final stop at the dazzling nature of sunflowers.
Frankly, I love sunflowers. Those bright, happy faces are a delight to behold. I’m lucky enough to pass a few when I walk the dog and they lift my heart like nothing else in the world. One of them in particular was a burst of color as big as a hubcap and very pillowy, offering a big, cheery hello every time I clapped eyes on it. Days went by, though, and time took its toll. Now, its head is heavy and drooping low, the petals are withered and weak, and it breaks my heart to see. I want very much to give it a hug, but decided to send encouragement and hopeful thoughts, instead. It isn’t working.
So it’s time to change my route. Change is good, you know, except when it comes to operating systems and incomprehensible WordPress editors — which is where I’ll be spending the rest of the day, swearing and fuming. Hoping an idea cab pulls up and hustles me off to parts unknown. Bon voyage.
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