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Year Two, Day 361, Part 2

My keyboard is typing English again.

I mentioned to my roommate's brother when I got home, that my keyboard was only typing Greek.  He seemed very knowledgeable about computers. So I just kind of slipped that into conversation.  He looked at me oddly and said that should be easy to fix. I told him I had tried everything. And that my laptop was old. Very old. I'm thinking over 10 years old. Plus, Windows crashed about 5 years ago. And one of my teenage piano students loaded Ubuntu on it.

The brother said he could fix it in five minutes. I asked him if I went down to me room and brought it up, would he look at it?

"Of course", he said.

I was skeptical. And I had to move fast. You see, my computer has to be plugged in constantly, or it loses its charge.

But, it was worth a try! So I ran down the stairs. unplugged it, and ran up the stairs.

And virtually five minutes later, here I am. Typing in English!

Ubuntu calls the "Windows" key the "Super" key. In settings, it says to hit the super key and space bar simultaneously to switch languages. I had seen that instruction last week when I had "tried everything", but I had no idea what a super key was.

Guess I didn't try every everything.

It is nice to type freely again.  But I am still studying Greek!

But the real news is - the reason I had to get online and give you an update is - an amazing thing happened on the way home tonight!

I was walking the 3/4 mile home from the bus stop. I was feeling happy and peaceful. First of all, it was still light at after 8:45 p.m.  Secondly, I feel so proud of myself for eating well today. Third, I think I already feel energized from reducing sugar and salt!

Anyway...there I was, walking along, when a dark SUV pulled over. At first I thought it was my roommate. But there was a man driving. A man still in uniform. Bus driver uniform.

It was "D"!

"Hi, Zita", he said. "Would you like a ride home"?

Boy, did I! Especially from handsome D!

I was only about 1/4 mile from home at that point, but I hopped in.

"Well, this is service"!, I said. I couldn't stop smiling.

He said he lived nearby and sometimes he saw me walking. Now that we knew each other better, he thought it would be a good time to offer me a lift.

Before I knew it, we were in front of the church. I told him he could drop me off there, because I lived in the house behind the church. It was easier to just pull into the parking lot.

I showed him the door to my church office.

"That's my office door", I said.

"Nice door", he said.

We had just parked. I realized I was just sitting there looking at him.

Ok. Ogling.

I was ogling him.

Probably with googly eyes.

I got a hold of myself and thanked him for the ride.

He was smiling.  Kind of with googly eyes?

Ok...not going to go that far.

But it was a nice way to end a very nice day. And that was before my wonderful roommate's sweet brother fixed my laptop!

And now for some yoga and herbal tea.

Talk to you tomorrow! :)

p.s.  My new favorite drink at Starbucks is an Iced Passionfruit/White Tea with no sweetener. It was tart, but very refreshing. And 0 calories, 0 sugars!


There is hope for me yet!


  1. Oh my gosh. You didn't tell me about D! And that's my favorite Starbucks drink too 😂

    1. Isn't it yummy?! I was going to tell you about D...but was kind of still in shock when I got home. 😉


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