Technology and An Old Woman.

 

Technology and An Old Woman.

 

Told my son that after spending umpteen years plugged into a wall phone, the cell phone has been somewhat freeing. However, feeling inept goes with technology. Once made the mistake of unscrewing the speaker part of the phone at Mom and Dad’s house. Daddy nearly had a cow before he got it back together. And yes, he scolded me. Mom told me later she had always wanted to know what was in there—but she did not say so around Daddy. We giggled. Now my children have to pull their hair out long distance when Mom can’t quite seem to get things done on her cell phone. BUT, today the old woman was able to get online and read about how to mess with the three dots in the notifications for text messages. Joy to the world. We now have SOUND when a text message comes in. It may end up driving me wild, but at least it can be ignored by choice rather than by happenstance. Before, folks thought they were being ignored. Not that kind of person; just technologically challenged. So, patting myself on the head tonight for having figured out how to get the noise to come on when a text message arrives. Now do NOT ask me how to do it on any other phone—or even to do it again on mine! But for the time being, am happily listening to “It’s been a long day . . .”

 

Went to Baird’s Family Dentistry today and was very appreciative of Dr. Baird’s service. Thought he would adjust the partial plate; instead, he adjusted the teeth themselves! Now everything seems to fit so much better. Go figure! And he only charged me for an office call--$65. Had no idea what it would cost, but everything else is out of sight expensive, so this did not really feel all that bad. Anyway, prefer a family dentist to one of those factory jobs where everyone is just another statistic.

 

Expecting Cari Guidry pretty soon to stop by to pick up a dozen eggs. She used to be our go-to person for chiropractic stuff when Lewis was having so much trouble with his back. Don’t think yours truly will be going to a chiropractor until after talking to the neurosurgeon. With three torn disks, it might not be the best idea to get any manipulation done. But enjoy visiting with Cari. She is a sweetheart. She has three of the most gorgeous kids, too. Her mom was a librarian out at Archer City or somewhere like that for years. Not sure if she still is or not. Will ask Cari when she comes.

 

Lance had me answer my phone on Duo and wanted me to answer it on my iPad. It was installed, but not set up. And guess who put her own phone number in wrong and had to uninstall and redo the phone number. Did we talk about technology already? Giggling Anyway, finally got it right and now Duo is on the iPad. Let’s see if the Kindle app still works at this point!!

 

The boys came today and were happily going on about their trip to Corpus Christi and deep-sea fishing. Our children thoroughly enjoyed that trip once upon a time. Think Lewis did, too, but the kids were just ecstatic back then. But boy did they ever smell like the bottom of a minnow bucket that night when they got back to the condo. It took some major soap on them and then on their clothes. Glad they had sneakers to wash and not good shoes. But the condo—Villa del Sol—had washing machines on each floor, so it was not difficult to get things done quickly. Those were some neat trips we took all those years ago. And the children loved swimming in the condo pool and soaking in the hot tub. The beach after the tide came in was the perfect place to look for shells most of the time. Except one year they had something called Red Tide. Nasty smell and no playing in the water of the ocean. Bleah. Don’t remember now what caused the mess, but have read since then that it happens every so often in different places.

 

Cut some limbs of rose bush and grape vine on my deck today. The dogs were having trouble getting onto the deck because of the excess foliage. Then it occurred to me that it was up to me to decide if all the extra limbs that hung out over the walkway were really necessary. Clip, clip, clip. No longer have to duck or walk around those limbs or get drenched when it rains. The trash bin is pretty full, but it really does not matter. Kinda bet no one is going to scold me for the trimming done today. And the trash truck driver does not care how full the bin is as long as the lid will fit down on it.

 

Speaking of trash bins—Donny came up today and put the ones from Jerry’s place over by the inside corner of his house so that they would not blow out into the road. It infuriates him for things to get out in the road since he goes up and down here a few times each day or night. Funny to me that no one seemed to care about this road at all until it was paved over. Paving it seemed to make a difference in how everyone looked at it. Now if only the strangers who don’t read the “No Outlet” sign would stay off of it and stop trying to turn around in the middle of the road. Oh well.

 

Just a wee bit tired tonight. Noticing things that irritate me about Microsoft Word that normally would be simply ignored. Do you think that the older we get the grumpier we get? Don’t suppose it matters overly much; we are NOT going to get any younger! And if we did, we would probably go back to being whiney anyway!

 

Michelle Malay gave me a daily calendar that has bird pictures on it. The bird of the day is a Smew. Yes, the spelling is correct. It looks like a duck but has nothing lovely about its voice, just its plumage. It is a black and white duck looking critter from Eurasia. Once in a while it ends up either in the Aleutians or even in northern Washington state or Michigan. Guess it is the hobo or the northern climes. Anyway, the pictures are lovely. And the name is almost hilarious. Howdy do there, Smew! Giggling

 

The housekeeper is supposed to be here tomorrow afternoon, so will try to not have too much clutter lying about for her to dodge. But no, Jennifer, yours truly will not vacuum or otherwise try to clean the floors. This young woman knows her stuff and is very thorough. SO glad Jennifer found her. Cleaning right now is just not on my agenda for lots of reasons, mostly physical. And the boys told me that they will do the front flower bed for me as soon as it is possible. And Sutherlands has a new shipment of flowers due in the next few days, so there’s that. If the boys can get all the weeds and excess flowers out, new flowers will make the place look pretty doggone good! Here’s hoping it all works out.

 

Rest well and find joy in what God has given us. You are loved.