Crisis Kitty – Photo: L. Weikel
Whoa, Crisis Averted
Crisis? What crisis? (You really need to cut me some slack here. I’m tired and thought that was clever. And if you’re a Supertramp fan, you’ll understand what I mean.)
In all seriousness, in the grand scheme of things, this was not a crisis. And it actually probably would have been an outstanding learning experience.
Only a few minutes ago, I found myself sitting on a couch, laptop upon lap, wondering what in the world I might be inspired to share with you. I knew I was cutting things close. It was 12:20 a.m., and my font of ideas was sputtering.
That’s when I realized I wasn’t hooked into the WiFi. I’m not where I usually find myself at this time of night, and I’d completely forgotten about the reality of WiFi – as in, you need to be hooked into the internet in order to post stuff on the web.
It’s funny how totally for granted we take jumping on and off the internet. (I do, anyway. You may not.) But I also suspect I don’t actively think about it because of the ubiquity of our cell phones and how we can access the internet almost (seemingly) anywhere – WiFi or not – because we just access the cellular network.
WiFi SchmiFi
YAWN. I know. Tech-talk. Sorry.
But all of this background information leads me to the crisis – or learning opportunity, as it were – that I managed to sidestep.
You see, as I was trying several variations of the password to get myself onto the WiFi network, none of which were working, I realized that I had downloaded some time ago the WordPress app which might allow me to write a post ‘on the fly.’
Oooh! I’m such a hybrid of technological neanderthalism and wannabe geek that I both confound and surprise even myself. This paradoxical nature of mine is exemplified by the fact that I actually have the WordPress app on my phone – but have never used it.
Adrenalin Surge!
I have to admit, there was a surge of adrenalin starting to course through me being urged by circumstances to figure it out immediately! I sort of leapt at the challenge because it was forcing me to take a risk and learn something new, something outside of my comfort zone – and the incentive was maintaining my Act of Power.
But then, just as I started writing a post on my iPhone, wondering not only if I’d figure out how to publish whatever I might write, but also whether I’d manage to add a photo (if I wanted), another version of the password was offered. Obviously, this time, this one worked.
Hence the title of this post.
I regret to inform you, I probably cannot come up with an appropriate photo. So, you may get stuck with another set of clouds.
Or not.
(T-876)