I watched my husband texting in snail speed -due to the one-finger-search-system he uses on any keyboard- and so I interfered. Helpful, as only loving spouses can be, I showed him the little microphone on his phone, and asked him to use it. Continue reading
I love my smartphone but often wonder about the misuse of my data. So much about me can be known, just by looking at my apps. There is a lady who likes music and listens to books. Sometimes she has trouble sleeping, and she uses relaxation sounds and noises to lull her back into the dreamland. Continue reading
In a few years, the little girl will ask Alexa to help her with her homework and while I don’t comprehend (anymore) I find the idea very appealing. Where was Alexa when I grew up? Continue reading
One more commercial of a politician of either side, pointing finger at their opponent, listing what the other side did wrong, instead of telling me what they actually stand for themselves- and I will scream like a little girl. Continue reading
She is gone. The house is empty; a shiny red realtor’s sign is placed in the yard. She left unnoticed, the neighbors didn’t give her a farewell; no cards or well wishes were exchanged. She lived in this neighborhood for 25 years; everybody knew her, but nobody felt close to her. Continue reading
Yippie…all the neighbor kids are back in school. I have my workroom back and I returned to my normal routine -I hear silence and love it.
The kids and I made it through the summer torturing each other. They forced me to watch The Gilmore Girls, and I made them listen to books that I thought they needed to know. To Kill a Mockingbird was one of them and they loved it. Continue reading