Monday, April 28, 2025, 38* Sunny
A Tufted Titmouse and I conversed about the sparkling morning, one of us happy to see gathered in rays of sunlight, mosquitoes. Evergreens hold onto their diamonds, the fence her glass beads waiting for Soleil to take them.
Last night the desk light kept changing colors, turned itself on after I left the room, twice. To make it stop, I turned off the extension switch. While getting dressed, asking the dogs if they slept well, my phone responded, “Very well, thank you for asking.” I didn’t say anything to the dogs that sounded like “Siri.” Nothing that would wake the phone from sleep to respond to me.
Although I don’t know the cause-and-effect relationship of all of this, turning off an extension switch turns off everything plugged into it – including Starlink that runs the weather station. Temporarily fixing one thing has ramifications. Perhaps I need a lesson in Morse Code to understand what the light is saying.
Now to find those directions, gather the sensors, remove all the batteries, begin again making them talk to the main display. Or I can just go outside to check the weather.
He answered them, “When it is evening, you say, ‘It will be fair weather, for the sky is red.’
And in the morning, ‘It will be stormy today, for the sky is red and threatening.’
You know how to interpret the appearance of the sky, but you cannot interpret the signs of the times.
Matthew 16:2-3 ESV
Photo: LJ Austin
