I Blame Gemini

           I know there are some people who enjoy having one’s Google history transfer to each device that they use. They find it convenient.  I find it annoying.  I don’t want what I search on my computer to be on my phone or vice-versa.  I use my phone to occasionally look up different search options to help me with answers to puzzles.  I don’t need that on my computer.  And I don’t need Gemini to make suggestions based on my history.

          The first time I downloaded it, I didn’t know what I was in for and have tried to ignore every update that is given.  If I don’t choose a time the phone does it for me.  I DIDN’T WANT IT!  Grrrr

          So there was one time it seemed to transfer numbers from previous contact lists I had made.  Okay.  That will save me from having to add them later.  But why the rush?  Why not just give it to me to begin with instead of a year and a half delay?  Then there’s the reminder that I have duplicate phone numbers.  Well, of course I have duplicate phone numbers!  Does the system want me to merge them.  I said yes.  But transfer is not necessarily a smooth one.

          Two weeks ago my sister called.  The ID indicated that it was “probably aunt Shelly” what?  I hadn’t saved her number under a phrased.  Perhaps Jaime had.  I hadn’t thought much about it until there was a group text made to several members of the ward.  It’s contents are Kim, Gary, Father, Ang . . . . Father?  Who’s father?  I looked it up and found Richard’s number attached.  What the heck is going on?

          I started to scroll through my contacts and found all kinds of names that Jaime had made reference to.  How did all her contacts transfer over to my phone?!?!?  I showed her and she said I could delete them.  One at a time?  I have better things to do than go through my contact list or phone messaging or anything just to clean it out.  What?

          I handed Jaime my phone and she had it cleaned out within a few minutes saying she hoped that wouldn’t mess up her own phone.  I think it did.  But not to the same degree.  I told her it was alright if she had deleted everything and I could just start over.  Thus far I have not had to. 

          At least I had actual names and not the nicknames she once used for everybody.  Brother 1, Brother 2, Brother 3, Kidnapper, Coffee Table . . . now I will get occasional reminders – though I hadn’t understood the first one to be related to the invasion phone switch but had received said message shortly after all her phone numbers made their way into my phone.  I don’t even know what event appeared but it was to take place in August.  Oh, thank you for the heads up.

          Today’s pop-up was reminding me of the wedding on October 20.  I will have to ask Jai if she has a wedding scheduled to attend that day.  Not loving the AI!  I need to return to Consumer Cellular.  They never messed with my phone!

That is what I see

 During the night my eyes deceive me.  

The toilet paper and trash can become an owl.  

Healing and Itching

 It's not so ugly anymore.

  Gradually the scabs will turn into scars.

Tastebuds

 

          I was not fond of mayonnaise when I was in my youth.  I thought Miracle Whip was the bomb.  Today I cannot stand Miracle Whip and I think mayonnaise makes the BLT or tuna fish sandwhich.

 

          My parents (or Santa Claus) would bring us Life Saver books with ten rolls of lifesavers.  I would always trade my Butter Rum lifesavers for my brother’s wintergreen.  I LOVED wintergreen.  It is no longer my favorite.  There are probably sixty flavors I would put above Wintergreen. 

 

          I also loved Spearmint.  I remember Wrigleys had a Spearmint, a Double Mint and a Juicy Fruit.  I think the Juicy Fruit was my favorite of the three.  But as I recall the Juicy Fruit flavor did not last for very long.  And the Double Mint was my least favorite. Today I like Peppermint better than Spearmint.  I don't know if Wrigley's ever offered a peppermint.  They did offer Big Red as I got older.  A very strong cinnamon I think I had only twice.

 

I now like Double Mint but have not had sugared gum for a couple of decades as I find the flavor lasts longer in the sugarless gums.  For the most part I have to stop chewing before the flavor is gone. I like Orbit Sweet Mint.  I absolutely hate any flavor of Trident.  That would be worse than putting Miracle Whip in my mouth.

          So there you go. Some things you find tasty in your youth do not carry over to your adulthood. Fun, huh?

Omigosh

 

          I was calling the VA to inquire the amount on the latest bill.  I had used the 888 number instead of 866 – and the remaining digits were the same.  The first was for a life alert – which I could probably use – but that is not the number I meant to call.

          So the first answering machine tells me that I may qualify for life alert absolutely free.  I then get a robot named Jessica who tells me the benefits and asks questions but answers (though in a human voice) didn’t always match the response (can you imagine)

          I finally get an actual human who is walking me through the routine and asking questions and providing expression and the more we talked the more I figured this “free” was going to cost me even more than my time.  All I wanted to do was understand the VA statement was so high.  I finally guessed my error and hung up on the life alert call.

          888 and 866 was the only difference – which I still didn’t figure out until just before I started this post.  I think I should return to bed and attempt to restart my day.

Inconviences

 

In my last post I referenced my wounded hand – which is healing but still worse than I had thought. 

                                    

But not as bad as my cough – which I have had for seven months now.  I do have an appointment to see a specialist – but not until June!  I had hoped my cough would have been gone long before then.

We had a stake leadership meeting yesterday.  Those are generally my favorite of three stake conference meetings.  I had forgotten about the participation.  I could not participate myself.  Not only has this cough prevented me from participating with singing but just speaking in general.  I hate that!

The meeting had not even been that well attended.  We didn’t even have half the attendance that we usually get from our own ward. It had been raining off and on all day.  I don’t know if that played a factor and people just didn’t want to drive in it.

We had initially planned on returning for the second meeting after we got something to eat.  But not only did my cough persist but connected to my bladder and so we opted to return to Myrtle Creek.

It appears to be good driving weather right now, but once again I have opted to stay home.  I have NEVER gotten anything from the Sunday meetings unless I am watching from home – which had never been an option until 2021. 

I would rather deal with my ugly scratch than my annoying cough.  Doesn’t the marks on my hand look like it will leave such a fun scar?

Wounded Hand

        Whenever Sugar escapes and can’t figure how to get back, Cocoa bleats.  It’s like an alarm going off to warn us – though that may not be his intent.  Perhaps he feels left out.  Stupid goats.

          I should have probably just left her to fend for herself among the rocks, but I chose to go around and rescue her.  I don’t know what I was thinking.   There is no way I could have thrown the goat over the fence by myself.  Jaime helped me and we both got hurt in the process.

          Her wound wasn’t quite as visible – nor bleeding as mine was. 

It annoys me that the picture gives the impression of paint on my hand.  It’s blood.  I washed it and then took this one.

          I didn’t realize how far the scratch had gone.  Jai apologized that I had gotten hurt.  It wasn’t her fault.  And it certainly doesn’t compare to the injuries I would have received if she hadn’t helped me – or rather I helped her. 

          Her wound was from Sugar while mine was from the fence.  Darn Sugar.

          I noticed she uncovered the area where Cocoa had escaped just a month ago.  He had made it into our back neighbor’s yard – the one who used to house the menagerie – though it’s different people now. It’s a concrete wall!  Mary sent over her grandson to pull him out. 

          If they escape behind the concrete wall again, I’m not climbing the hill and pulling them out.  Hopefully the neighbors behind our yard and Mary’s won’t get upset.  The real hope would be that they don’t go over in the first place.

          Such a weird place for trying to keep protected.