NEAL, Vicki
Vicki Neal, 47, of Resaca, died March 03, 2021. Services were held at 1:00 PM, on March 6, 2021 at the Chapel of Max Brannon and Sons. Arrangements by Max Brannon and Sons Funeral Home.
In a perfect world, each day would be like waltzing through the tulips on a bright sun shiny landscape. Each week would be full of sweet smelling cupcakes, seafood platters...or pizza, and ocean breezes. Each year would be like hearing Prince sing “Little Red Corvette,” John Lennon’s melodious “Imagine,” and Foreigner’s rendition of “I Want to Know What Love Is.”
Let’s face it, this doesn’t happen in life. This past year has not been anywhere close to being perfect in any way, shape, or form. Other than our precious, newest grandchild Gaines being born, 2020 into 2021 will go down in history as one of the suckiest years in a very, very long time.
I know that “suckiest” is not a great word to many. Some might even take offense by my use of it, but for me it pretty much describes the last 12 months from March 2020 to March 2021.
It appeared that the whole world could be sick and dying of some catastrophic science fiction — only it wasn’t fiction-virus.
Now, it appears that this killer virus could possibly be defeated by vaccine shots that scientists, working probably day and night, developed to fight this menace. I am eternally grateful to any and all of them. These people are my heroes. My husband and I have had both Moderna shots and have reached 94% immunity. This is good enough for me. When March 3 came around, I was dancing around the daffodils.
Then all of a sudden, my euphoric state came to a crashing halt. My trusty, old, much used, and loved Dell computer... well, crashed. I mean, it simply would not work and loud noises were coming from it. You have to understand, this computer held my life in the hard drive of computerdom. Did I save stuff? Some of it, but I start writing and saving stuff doesn’t enter my mind. What I’m writing does.
Here’s the thing. I knew my computer was old. I knew it had gobs of writings and musings on it. I ordered a new computer before Christmas, but it didn’t arrive until January. I wasn’t all that anxious to open the new computer because “Little Gray One” was working fine.
I’d just wait a while. When my trusty old computer wouldn’t work, I knew I’d have to open the new one.
When I opened the box and took it out, I figured I would plug the battery thingy into it and it’d come right on. Nothing. I got nothing. It wouldn’t charge. It wouldn’t boot up. It wouldn’t do anything. My youngest son called Dell and the instructions were that the company would send me a box to ship the computer back. When it came, I requested a new computer since the “new” computer I was sent didn’t work at all.
The instructions were to make sure I included my username and password. Since I couldn’t even start the thing, I couldn’t very well include that. Anyway, to make a long, sad story short, the computer would have to be fixed. No, I did not want it fixed. I wanted a new computer.
It seems that because I didn’t return the computer within 30 days of its arrival, I could not get another new one. This one would have to be fixed. Something smelled rotten in Denmark, to quote Shakespeare’s Hamlet.
Another son heard a message on our phone from Dell. The message conveyed was that they didn’t have the parts yet for the computer and I wouldn’t get the computer back until April.
Needless to say, I am not happy and this semi-new Dell will be my last.
So far, the week of March 1 (my birthday) was not starting out well, but that changed. My daughter and granddaughter came on Saturday, March 6. It has been close to a year since I’d seen them. When they arrived, I was almost giddy. Heather wanted to make me my favorite cake, a Devil’s food cake with seven minute frosting sprinkled with coconut.
Heather makes cakes from scratch and they are to die for; however, I didn’t have any cake pans, so she used a tube pan. We started smelling something burning. It seems the tube pan was leaking. What a mess! No matter. The still almost totally unbaked cake mixture was transferred to another better tube pan. It took longer to bake. Heather thought it was burned, but it wasn’t.
When it was all said and done, it was beautiful and delicious.
The week started out pretty disastrous, but it ended with a marvelous visit with two people I dearly love and the best birthday cake ever.
Yep. I can honestly say, on Sunday, I danced among the flowers and sang “Little Red Corvette.”