April 20 – “Presentation of the Year”

Estelle, my new/used iPad Air, had her first big test yesterday.  Chris was making her annual presentation to the Wednesday Club, an organization of ladies who gather and share research on some topic of interest.  Chris’ topic was our trip to some Civil War battleground sites two years ago.  Actually it was our trip to the Coon Dog Cemetery and the horrifically frightening Cabbage Patch Doll Hospital.  Same trip.  All a matter of perspective, I guess.  She included places like Vicksburg and Shiloh, anywhere we had some good photos from.  And speaking of photos, that’s where Estelle came in.  I figured out how to get a copy of Dropbox installed on her so I could put the photos Chris wanted to show there.  Then she could call them up and pass the little Blue Bombshell (Her cover is blue, if I haven’t mentioned that) around so the ladies could relive the experience digitally.  I’m fairly certain that presentation by Chris and Estelle will win the Presentation of the Year award from the club.  Chris by herself is amazing.  With Estelle as a member of the team, they are unstoppable.

When they returned home, I looked into downloading a word processor app that Josh recommended.  That’s when I discovered that Estelle needed an operating system upgrade.  So the word processor was put on hold while I left her along with the download, a process that takes at least thirty minutes.  She did well, though.  All updated and ready to go again this morning, so my next move will be to get that processor app download going again.  I also have to clean out Dropbox so I can have room to shuffle files back and forth between the laptop and the iPad.  Ah, so much to learn.  I am nostalgic to be eight years old again.  That golden age when technology is actually easy. 

Last night we went to one of Jachin’s away baseball games.  That would be away from Hitchcock, his home field.  The game was here in Galveston over at the airport about three minutes from our house.  Jachin played a good game at first base.  Made several putouts and one perfect throw to the plate to erase an incoming baserunner.  We saw some old friends there, early-on Seasiders Camille and Mark.  They were there to watch their grandson play, too.  Their son was in the youth group when Kel was the summer youth pastor many years ago.  Discovering connections like that can either get you really excited or really depressed or drive you crazy.  I lean toward the crazy one.  It’s way more fun.

Hebrews 1:1-2 says, “In the past God spoke to our forefathers through the prophets at many times and in various ways, but in these last days he has spoken to us by his Son, whom he appointed heir of all things, and through whom he made the universe.”

Father, thank you for old friends and new technology and youngsters who can operate it.  Amen.