she sees the light

Planned obsolescence being what it is, first it was the great hard drive crash of 2009 and more recently the burn out of our computer monitor, leaving me in the dark all week. Just as quickly and for another monetary investment, I'm up and running again.
I can't seem to remember how I ever managed before the digital age. . . but Al said it best:

There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.

The other is as though everything is a miracle.
—Albert Einstein

Oh, Aunty Em!

Factoid: The earth is, in fact, flat. I know because what seems like an eternity ago, I walked to edge, looked over and fell off. It has taken nigh on to three weeks to leave the alien regions and return to home, sweet, home.

O.K., so I got sick, again. . .stomach flu and the real flu (get a flu shot, for cryin' out loud!), sinus infection, ear infection, broken front tooth, and spectacular fall on black ice. I couldn't knit or read: too much 'movement'--or drive as that resembled an out of body experience: too risky--too much soup, daytime television, and the four walls.

For me in particular being sick always starts the wolves of depression circling, licking their chops, howling and swiping at my fragile grasp of reality. In other words, I was feeling f#)+!@g hopeless. I promised myself if I ever recovered, the first place I would go is the botanical garden at Como Park which I was meaning to visit all the livelong winter. I went yesterday in the bright sunshine and I chronicled my time there so that I have proof that after some dark nights of the soul, there really is a 'new day' and that spring will surely come again. The Marjory McNeely Conservatory. . .started in 1892. I found out that it is one of the last remaining historic 'glasshouses' in the United States. Full of many gardens it has a fern room, sunken garden, bonsai gallery, orchid room and there's a wonderful tropical rainforest exhibit. Besides the lush, colorful, aromatic b.e.a.u.t.y, tucked in at every turn was a bench to sit and take in all the sensory delights.
So, I think I visited heaven yesterday.

On one of the benches, this is what I read:

Never lose a holy curiosity.
Albert Einstein

From the sublime to the ridiculous, since all I did for three weeks was sit vedy, vedy quietly, and watched television, here's my favorite commercial. Just thought you'd want to know that. . .