Showing posts with label traffic lights. Show all posts
Showing posts with label traffic lights. Show all posts

Saturday, November 14, 2009

The shoulds





Photo is of the cover of my new book
Courtesy of O Books



Opened the door for the cats this morning and found that the light that yesterday was red was green. I wondered if it would stay green all day. When I went back for the cats, it was red. I haven’t noticed if it’s yellow in between yet. Maybe, if it is, the intersection is open. Another inconvenience gone. Ha. Ha.

What’s a convenience? A convenience to you might be a pain in the neck to me. I could go on and on about how convenient all these companies are making things for us by making us “do it ourselves” and get off on a real tangent. I’ve done it before.

But then this whole thing of getting up and writing in the morning is a tangent. Letting my mind ramble along like a wayfarer until it settles down.

Let me use Verizon’s “Friends and Family” discount as an example. They advertise all over the place that you can choose your ten most frequently dialed numbers, get them on a list, and you won’t be charged for them. It’ll save you tons of money on your cell phone bill. There’s a web address right on the envelope that your bill comes in. The implication is – just go sign up – it’s easy!

I tried on and off for two months to get on “Friends and Family.” It’s one of those things that if you’re anything like me, you don’t inconvenience yourself to set up until you really need that discount, and by the time you really need that discount, you feel totally frustrated when you can’t figure out how to do it. I still don’t know how I eventually, two months, and half a dozen tries later, got to a human being. It took him 45 minutes to walk me through it. I wasn’t such a dummy after all. I first had to be signed up for the right plan and then there were all kinds of other hoops to jump through.

I tell every human being I talk to now how grateful I am to talk to them. I offer to call their managers and tell them how wonderful it is to talk to a human being. The human beings are always nice. Even patient. They get me apologizing for being the way I am and I start feeling old and like a fuddy-duddy. If I were twenty years younger, I tell myself, I’d probably be able to do this with ease. A friend was telling me about her own technical difficulties with a computer program and her inability to get answers and she said, “They lost me,” meaning whatever program and company that offered it, lost her as a customer. When you make the “convenience” (especially, I’m finding, the “self help” convenience) too difficult, you’re going to lose people.

Getting back to the light, I see it best from the steps leading out my back door. They’re higher, of course, than the yard. By the time I’m standing in front of the cabin, I can’t see the light at all, which is a blessing.

I am not going to walk out my back door and gauge my day by what color the light is…but I have to admit that after writing about it yesterday…the green light today was surprising. “Oh. It’s green now. Is there a green light somewhere in my life?”

Well, of course there is. Most of the time, in a field of green, there’s a lone red light flashing in the distance, saying Stop. Not this way. There’s an easier way. A more direct way. A simpler way. Or, Wrong direction – turn around.

The “shoulds” are the ultimate inconvenient convenience. Think about it. If you do what you “should” do, everything is going to run smoothly in the long run…right? Isn’t that the prevailing wisdom? Follow the instructions. Read the Users Manual. The How To book. And then….

I should go in and do the dishes.

That, to me, is about as much depth as you're going to get from the "shoulds."

Friday, November 13, 2009

Getting a red light



My New Book


Walked out to the cabin this morning. Granted, I had my down coat on at the time, but it felt nearly balmy. I’ve been wondering what the new red light has been down the way, assuming it to be a temporary light for the construction or from the equipment along the freeway ramp. This morning I realized it’s the cause of the construction. The newly installed traffic light glares boldly into my woods. I can see it from the house. The whole time the ramp work has been going on, I knew they were changing the traffic signal from a stop sign to stop and go lights…and still…when the light showed up in my woods it was a shocker. I hadn’t thought I’d see it. Hadn’t imagined how high it would be. Hadn’t imagined it peaking over my fence. The ramp isn’t open yet and the light is permanently set to red at the moment. Soon it will be an ever-changing range of red, yellow, green. Pooh.

I’ve been having technical difficulties lately. They started with my e-mail. I was preparing to send an announcement of The Given Self to my email list, which let me tell you, is not an organized list. When I want to send an email to someone I haven’t heard from in a while, I do a find for their name and respond to their last email to me. The lists I have in my address book are pretty old. Regardless, I was getting queasy about this from the get-go. I hate getting group emails and didn’t want to send one. I’d already decided to write one letter and send it to each individually. I’d sent it to about three people – well not “it” – but I’d mailed a personalized version of it (so personalized that it made the letter senseless) to those few, when my email went down. It’s probably recoverable, but not by me. So, if anyone’s reading this who once emailed me and would like me to have their address again sometime soon, send me a note.

I’m still surprised when technical difficulties arise to enforce an intuition. Still surprised even though it’s happened many times. More times than I can remember. Some would probably say these are flukes. Others that they’re the effect of my inner life reaching out and causing effect in my outer life. I’m beginning to believe the latter. I’m beginning to believe things happen on purpose. I’m beginning to believe things happen on purpose when I’m not intending them to…that the random isn’t random and the purposeful is contrived. It’s a variation on a theme I’ve been exploring for a while.

A cool thing happened yesterday to reinforce the original intuition if not the theme. I’d told a friend about all this and she sent me a “group” email she’d just received. It was well intended but awful. Simply awful. Who wants to get those things? Enough said.

But it’s kind of like the darn traffic signal. You think you know what will happen and then suddenly you’ve got a red light.