Monday, January 20, 2014
Good for What Ails You
Medicate with a couple of twinkling blue eyes and a sweet little voice. It's good for what ails you.
Contrary to what some hacker would like you to think, I am not in Kiev. I don't need you to send me money to get me out of Russia. (However, if you want to join one of Randy's golf buddies in kicking in 5 bucks to help us out, we'll add it to the piggy bank. Just kidding!)
Actually, I got to tag along to Kansas City with Randy last week for his Kanza Co-op board meeting and retreat. That's as close as we got to Russia. On Friday, we got up early in Kansas City and headed to McPherson for a funeral. As we watched the moon set in the west and the sun rose in the east, we got the first phone call.
"So, are you in Russia?" the caller asked.
"Uh, no, we're on I-70."
"Check your email.
We heard from 30 people or more via phone call, text or email. And there I was, stuck on I-70, with just my Iphone (and limited technological abilities with it). So, Jill helped me out and changed passwords on the old email account (one I use only for this blog).
The more phone calls we got, the more disconcerted I got. I hated that an email, allegedly from me, could infect a friend or colleague's computer. And, besides, it was cutting into my reading time.
But, then, I decided I needed to put it into perspective. We were on our way to celebrate a life of a wife, mom, grandma, great-grandma and friend. (Randy's sister's mother-in-law.) A family at Pratt was saying goodbye to their little boy after a short battle with cancer. These families were gathering to say goodbye. And I was complaining about an inconvenient email.
After the funeral, we headed to Manhattan for my sister's housewarming, before returning to Kansas City for the final day of meetings.
On Sunday, a visit with Miss Kinley was definitely what I needed to put life in perspective.