Sometimes I think I spend as much time maintaining my life as living it, one of the very things Thoreau avoided in his life and argued passionately against. I am working to get my car’s warning lights fixed, an aftermath of the deer collision, I think. I woke up unnerved and a bit overwhelmed this morning and so I went out and took a sweet “Soul Food” video. Simon braying, cats lounging, Red’s outruns, chickens marching around. It was nourishing and affirming. But  I couldn’t upload it to YouTube because my computer has run out of disc space, a nearly universal occurrence, I am told, with videos and music. You have to put your stuff on external hard drives, which I already have four or five of.

My bank is not accepting my passwords or my first best friend’s name, or the name of my first dog, so I can’t get online to see how little money I have left.

This storage stuff catches me almost every time. I always get extra memory, but if you do anything more than get e-mail, you will need extra storage. Maybe it’s time for the Cloud. I got that sorted out, but Imovie doesn’t like You Tube for some reason, and you can’t communicate with YouTube, only people who understand YouTube. So I can’t share my quite lovely video with you just yet. It’s an interesting trade off. This stuff gives me my blog, my photo storage, my videos, and most of the time, there is little or no trouble. Every challenge like this is a spiritual challenge, asking me to focus myself on being patient, on putting aside anger and frustration. Every time I have to maintain my life, I grow a little bit. I don’t think my friend Thoreau ever got to do that.