|The Deer Crowd waiting for me to feed them |
Every once in a while, I stop and think, "What do I want to be when I grow Up?" Then I realize that at 67, I should be pretty able to accept what I am for what I am. I see on Facebook that a good friend has a new camper and is traveling. Another friend has a boat along the coast of Florida and sends beautiful pictures of their adventures. Me, just when the travel bug bites, I remember that about in 8 days and I want to be home where there are regular things to do. At least for the first time in several years we don't have any animals that we are responsible for feeding unless you count the deer.
I think I am doomed to have no voice mail box on my cell phones. As I attempted to set up the mail box, I turned on the speaker and it recorded the directions in Spanish as my password. I am in no shape at my age to remember such gibberish and don't have the directions of how to undo the recording. I pretty much have the e-mail and can even text but I don't have a full up manual to guide me. Oh well, perhaps this might be a good day to figure out such things. At least until the contract runs out, Barbara will have to old phone to carry. It is a pretty cheap emergency only phone and will be worth the price to be able to reach her when she's out and about.
Gotta go and get this cell phone thing worked out. Dang I hate it that I have to learn another new technology.
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