Not a bad day, not a good day. Just a day like many others, when it's tough to get out of bed (it doesn't help that the bedroom floor slants precariously) and the pain in my back and right arm reminds me of things I'd rather not be reminded of.
Yesterday I did a lot, perhaps more than I should have. There are so many other things I have to do - some of them are long-term projects that will give me something to do during my unintentional retirement. My garden is crying out for some serious attention, but the state of my back, and the dog days of August, are slowing me down. Others are the short-term, gotta-do-them-today sorts of projects that stress me out, like driving to the office by myself to finish the packing, and putting together my appeal of the the disability rejection.
What I really want to do today is mix up a batch of Mild Jamaican Jolt to replace what I used up during yesterday's mad smoking session, try a new cookie recipe, and maybe sit still long enough to do some knitting. What I have to do is get my ass, and my rolls of bubble wrap, over to the office.
Speaking of stress, I just got a weather pop-up advising that Hurricane Erika is expected to reach Florida on Friday, two days from now. Well, crap. Just yesterday I was standing on the back porch, mourning the loss of so many of the beautiful trees that graced our streets before the hell that was Hurricane Charley and his two evil female companions, Frances and Jeanne.
What I really want to do today is mix up a batch of Mild Jamaican Jolt to replace what I used up during yesterday's mad smoking session, try a new cookie recipe, and maybe sit still long enough to do some knitting. What I have to do is get my ass, and my rolls of bubble wrap, over to the office.
Speaking of stress, I just got a weather pop-up advising that Hurricane Erika is expected to reach Florida on Friday, two days from now. Well, crap. Just yesterday I was standing on the back porch, mourning the loss of so many of the beautiful trees that graced our streets before the hell that was Hurricane Charley and his two evil female companions, Frances and Jeanne.
Jamaican Jolt Dry Rub for those with a delicate palate and a short memory:
2/3 cup dark brown sugar, packed
1/4 cup kosher salt
1/4 cup freeze dried chives
2 tablespoons coarse black pepper
2 tablespoons onion powder
2 tablespoons granulated garlic
1 teaspoon cayenne pepper, or to taste
1 tablespoon dried thyme
2 1/2 teaspoons ground allspice
2 teaspoons ground coriander
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
2 teaspoons dried ginger
1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
When all is said and done, I crossed my Rubicon and lived. It took six months, four different medications and a dry run on Sunday, and I finally made it to the office, during office hours. Did some more packing and communed happily with my peeps, who I have missed very much. One more trip and it will all be done. If somebody says "closure", I will have to cyber-slap you upside the head. Call it evolution, call it progress, but don't call it closure. Thank you.
Most of us know what a smart phone (smartphone?) is and probably own one of the many available models. I would now like you to view this picture of a stupid phone (or stupidphone).
When all is said and done, I crossed my Rubicon and lived. It took six months, four different medications and a dry run on Sunday, and I finally made it to the office, during office hours. Did some more packing and communed happily with my peeps, who I have missed very much. One more trip and it will all be done. If somebody says "closure", I will have to cyber-slap you upside the head. Call it evolution, call it progress, but don't call it closure. Thank you.
Most of us know what a smart phone (smartphone?) is and probably own one of the many available models. I would now like you to view this picture of a stupid phone (or stupidphone).
No, that's not a Star Trek flippy-phone communicator; it is an AT&T "Go Phone", my bridge to the future, which should arrive around 3 weeks from now. I am an iPhone sort of gal, and even after Robert and Cory switched to their Galaxies, I stayed true to Apple. Which is kind of weird, since I've never owned or even used an Apple computer. Well, after almost 3 years my iPhone battery sputtered and died. Requiescat in pace. Apparently you can't switch out an iPhone battery, so there's a new phone on the horizon. Unfortunately, timing sucks, because the new iPhone model is due out momentarily and if I have to put down $200 for a new old phone, I'd rather wait a few weeks and put the same $200 down for a new new phone.
Now, I am not one of those frakking idiots who can't go to the bathroom unless they are talking on the phone glued to the side of their head. Walking across a 4-lane highway? Phone glued to the head. Driving at 75 mph down the Florida Turnpike? Phone glued to the head. No, that's not me; besides that bathroom thing grosses me out more than I can express. I have always disliked telephones, long before they got smart. But damn it, Jim, even I need a phone to receive any calls or texts from my husband, son, doctors, pharmacy or even the occasional stranger bearing good news.
Turns out AT&T has the answer - this cheap little "go phone" which will serve my basic phone needs, utilizing my own phone number, until that day Apple announces the release of their newest model. Genius. I like genius. I like the young lady at the AT&T store in Kissimmee, across from the Loop, who has helped us repeatedly. So instead of minor despair, I just saved $150. That's better than a slap in the face with a wet flounder.
So like I said at the beginning, not a bad day. Maybe even a good day.
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