Reboot My Brain

 

               Reboot My Brain

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We are not talking about windows this week.

We can mention weather, which is the usual here for December and January but my calendar says this is November. I might be wrong.

Why didn’t God or First Impulse or Great Spirit or Whatever make us with zerts in our joints to which we oldandwornoutones could lovingly apply a grease gun and then be able to move on these cold mornings?

What I can tell you with some certainty is that even from the depths of my frustrations and disappointments, I knew that I needed to reboot my brain.

I dragged my oldandwornoutbody over to my cousin Nancie’s and invited her and our other neighbor in residence, Lani, to the fancy coffee shop in town for cappuccinos and breakfast croissants. My treat.

To me, this is rather a special place. I don’t go often because I want it to remain special. I always enter the shop with one of their yummy cakes in mind, but by the time I’ve eaten most of my breakfast croissant, I no longer want cake. More’s the pity.

Last time I visited this coffee shop was in April. Nancie and Lani agreed that it is indeed a great place and maybe we could go a little more frequently and still honor the specialness. I concur.

I’ve things to do, things I want to do now that my brain has had some laughs and a smidgeon of gossip and fellowship with friends, in other words, successful reboot. Maybe, just maybe, by this time next week I will be living back in my casa, watching butterflies through my new, you know, those glassy things in the walls.

Sondra Ashton

HWC: Looking out my back door

November 13, 2025

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