A year ago, in September 2010 Sparky gave me this very cute little chick computer netbook thing that I type upon at you now this very moment.  It comes in a sleek little velvety zip up bag that looks not unlike an evening clutch.  I accepted the gift graciously, but truly he wanted me to have it. I would never have asked for such a gift, or gone out and bought myself one. I was indifferent.  I could certainly see the advantage of having my own word processor that no little peanut buttery fingers could touch.

But beyond that, I don't think so.  He had no idea and neither did I.  I shop on it.  I read on it.  I write on it.  And now I blog on it.  Too much fun.  It has taken over my life, really.  The cupboard and bare, the children are ragged and filthy.  I don't get out of my pajamas all day.  Supper is cold pizza.

Every night.  We buy it one night, but serve it cold the next night.  That is how bad it is.

Oh, I tease you.  Not True!!  Oh, certainly I have been known to say things like, "Can't you see I'm blogging?!"  But then I apologize and make the impudent little waif a snack or apply the tourniquet or whatever little crises is getting in the way of my speaking to the world.

 Life is way way way too much fun. So my life has a computer in it now. What I have noticed primarily, as a late comer on this (or any) particular form of media is the great and noble contribution that the common man is having on society at large via his ability to be visible and speak clearly from his own home and his own little machine.  I am shocked and dismayed by the wealth of trash wreaking the internet, and by the good people who are being tainted by it.  But as I am exposed little by little to the good works also present there, I am heartened by the counterbalance provided in a disordered world.

Please join me in praying for the people who are making a difference in the electronic world.