First Video, the Pink Cadillac

Well, there's no video. I tried twice. My video was too big. I made a very short second video and that one won't load. I had the brilliant idea of plugging my phone into my desktop, but this new cord doesn't have a USB end. Have I mentioned that me and technology doesn't mesh? I believe that's a generational curse. My mother thinks that computers are complicated. My father did not see how they were necessary, as computers only speed up work. He was fond of saying the computer is only as smart as the person who programmed it. 

I also realized that I can't just film myself talking because I am a slow, rambling Southerner. I really have to think about things and probably film it twice. 

So, to summarize the videos:

Yesterday, I was supposed to have blood drawn for labs. I am told what day to come, but I can come at any time. I saw a green ServPro truck as I was leaving my house. I got to the doctor's office after 9 and was told there were six people ahead of me. I would have to wait, but they didn't know how long because they were using a new lab company and everything was being done manually. I hadn't eaten breakfast because it's supposed to be a fasting lab. I decided to try again the next day.

Today I got up really early. On the way, I saw a bright green truck. I thought about the green truck I saw yesterday. I got the office 30 minutes before they opened. I decided to make a video while I waited. I mentioned Iran declaring war on the United States and I didn't know anything about this until I saw it on tiktok. I thought maybe videos were a good record of the fall of America. I mentioned the green trucks. I mentioned training your mind to manifest by picking out things to see. I selected a pink Cadillac. 

The video was too big. The office opened five minutes early. I went in, waited a few minutes while the man in front of me swore his appointment was the 30th, not the 29th, and waited for him to be rescheduled. I believe him because the office has scheduled me to come in at closing. 

Then I waited for the lab tech to get ready. She was nice and seemed to know what she was doing because I didn't feel a thing. 

After I got my arm taped up, I sat in the parking lot and made a second video which was very short. I only mentioned a pink Cadillac and the video seemed to upload. I drove home, then logged into my blog. The video wasn't there. The icon was present, but nothing happened when I clicked on it. 

While I was typing this post, my mother showed up for the third time with Christmas cards. The envelopes did not look Christmasy, they were white, not red or green. I told my mother she had already given us cards. She got mad because I didn't want money. I repeated that she had already given us cards on two different occasions. One of the cards looked like a sympathy card. She does this every holiday, Easter, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and birthdays. She'll come back tomorrow with a different batch of cards. I was feeling good about successfully navigating the asshole endocrinologist's obstacle course. I felt determined to make the video thing work, while throwing in a little majickal lesson. But now I feel defeated because I don't know what to do about my mother and she fights me on everything. I don't know if she will allow me to help.   

Maybe instead of manifestation exercises, I should jump straight to a solution for the senility. Blessed be, my dears. Stay safe and well.