Did you know that indigo powder is green?
I had always imagined that it would be, you know, blue-ish… like indigo, the color.
But then, here I have some indigo powder, and, sure enough, it is pale green, much like a mix of moss and grass.
And then, just as surely, of course, it dyed things blue-ish…, indigo.
Magic in nature, I suppose…
There isn’t much that occurs naturally as blue in nature, but I wonder how much more there might be that are just as deceiving as indigo… talk about not judging a book by its cover…
Sometimes I feel as though I can’t talk about anything without explaining a million other things first…. which then continues the cycle of having to explain more and more, all because I’d wanted to share one little something.
(Perhaps that’s a benefit of having only the same select few people in one’s life forever – never having to do the back explaining…)
Today, my Instagram account stopped linking properly with my Facebook account, only uploading a post if it had only a single image, and not multiple images.
This troubled me.
I troubleshooted, and I discovered the exact issue, but not a solution.
And it troubles me somewhat that the issue itself troubles me…, for what attachments do I have involved in such a silly little technical issue?
Or is it merely that I find it absurd when such simple things go wrong, because I view it as the likely result of what I would consider to be the simple stupidity of someone or people not thinking things through thoroughly, so that they actually do a good, worthy job?
Maybe a bit of both…
I’m not so fond of computer company policies right now, because the ‘easy update’ on my rather new (but not brand new) Apple computer hasn’t been going so well these past 12 hours of installation…
When you’ve just got to reach that step goal, but it’s almost bedtime and way too hot and buggy outside…
P.S. In case you can’t tell, that was pacing the house for half an hour.
Twice in one week, I have been driven via golf cart directly to my vehicle at the end of the night, instead of my just walking the half mile (or more), as I was entirely willing to do, and it both times made me feel a little bit like a princess.
A morning prayer can really save the day. ❤