The countdown begins. Wait, didn’t it? Let me start over…am I recording? Was I recording? I wonder to myself. But where is the stop button? Frantically, my eyes crawl blindly around the computer screen. Oh wait, there it is. Bottom left hand corner. Got it. Stop.
Okay, I say quietly taking a breath, let’s try that again. Repositioning the tattered book in front of me, I prepare to read aloud again. With right hand on my new mouse, I navigate back to the first slide of the presentation. Here we go. 3, 2, 1, “Hi, readers!” I begin. Suddenly, from outside my nearby window, a thunderous chopping noise invites itself unwanted into the room. At first, I endeavor to continue reading the story. Then, no. It is just too loud. Pause the video. I rise from my “desk” (which is actually a rectangular dining table), walk over and, stepping through the legos and dolls on the floor, peer through the glass. Outside, tree workers climb into their truck. Looks like they’re moving down the road now, towing their heavy mulching equipment behind them, away from my house. Okay, well that’s good.
So let’s begin again, I think. I settle into my chair, reposition the book, sit up straight, and . . .lights, camera, action!
Then the phone. Unable to help myself, I glance down at the caller idea screen. It is my 81-year-old father. “Hi, Dad,” I say. He needs help with his email.
Perhaps I’ll try to record this read aloud tomorrow.