Almost two weeks ago, when we were in Texas, there was a story on the news that I was paying no attention to. I was moving between the rooms in the place we were staying, doing my usual–gathering up, throwing away, tossing in the washer, and generally trying to make sure we wound up leaving with everything we brought–mostly by keeping things from getting lost under the couch or bed or whatever.
Cooter found some unfortunate child’s little tractor under a chair while we were there, so we know it can and has happened.
But this news story, though it did not capture my attention at all at first, did grab me right at the end. Something about drones and how people were worried about them being a serious invasion of privacy.
I found myself shaking my head. All political issues and whatnot aside, all I could think was–
How about I’m just trying to live my life such that if those high-tech drones, or you know, God, were watching closely, it would still be good.
And I continued on with the task at hand–taking care of what needed taking care of. Because if those drones or my Mama are peeping in, I don’t want to be caught with a mess for all to see.
Tonight I’m thankful for laughter and thoughts that seem to come out of nowhere and share some brevity when things get so serious. I give thanks for a Mama who taught me to dance in this life like nobody was watching but reminded me often that there was nothing I could ever do that she wouldn’t find out about. (She wasn’t joking–I grew up in a very, very small town.) That sort of parenting prepared me for living a life that is viewable. Not that it always is–I have my fair share of moments that aren’t for public consumption. But for my Mama’s sake, I try.
As for those drones? Send ’em on, I guess. Just be sure they swing by Amazon and pick up a thing or two off my wish list to bring with them. At least until Amazon gets their own drones, like they said they would.
It’s a whole new world, y’all.
Love (and wishes for a little privacy) to all.