(Thanks to those of you who told me you like my novel and I should keep going. I appreciate your comments and am making a goal to write at least one “novel” post each week–although I hope all my posts are somewhat novel.)
Digital Scrapbooking is my newest craft/artistic outlet. My husband has been urging me to go digital for a couple of years and I finally decided to try to learn last summer. Sometimes, I’ve been extremely frustrated when I haven’t managed to do one simple thing after an hour of work. However, I’ve gotten better and after being totally discouraged once again last night at being unable to figure out how to use layout templates (in spite of reading the instructions several times), I read through a digital scrapbooking instruction book my friend Carrie Lynn had given to me. I found the missing step! I needed to put the picture ON TOP of the template and then press Ctrl-G on the PICTURE, not the template. Small gaffes in following directions had completely foiled my previous attempts.
Missing steps, following directions, sweating on the small stuff. Sometimes I think that my life is full of doing a lot of mindless repetitive things, but then there are moments when I realize that these small things are more important than I realize.
This evening, Christopher and I were picking up our Honda from the repair shop. While we were waiting, we couldn’t help but overhear the man at the counter speaking to the woman in front of us.
“I’m sorry miss, I don’t want you to keep on pouring money into this car. I think you need to get a new one.”
Pursing her brow, the elegantly dressed woman seemed both dismayed and suspicious, “I don’t see that it would be cheaper to get a new car. I mean, there must be something that can be done to keep this one running.”
The auto repairman seemed concerned, but he didn’t back down from his advice, which after all wasn’t helping his balance books any, “I’m sorry but I don’t want you to pour good money after bad.”
The woman didn’t budge and we could hear the anger in her voice, “I don’t see why you can’t fix this car. It has to be cheaper to fix than replace. I have two kids in college. I really wanted to keep this car.”
“I’ll get him to talk to you,” the repairman turned and went into the shop.
There was an awkward silence as another man finished his paperwork and came over to help us. While my husband gave him our information and paid. I felt the need to say something to the woman. “I’m really sorry about your car,” I said.
She went on to say more about her children in college and how she had just wrecked another car and needed to keep this one. The man helping us added a comment about kids in college and my husband said something too. As we left, I just said, “I’m so sorry you have this problem.”
Walking outside, my husband stopped me before we headed to our separate cars. “Thank you,” he said.
“What?” I asked puzzled.
“It is good to have a woman around. There were three men in there feeling very uncomfortable and not knowing what to do. You did.”
Small things are sometimes big things.