You know the blogs I have written are divided into categories. I have “My Military Daze,” “Poems,” “Political Thoughts,” and “Golf Daze” and lots of other categories. But it shouldn’t surprise you that the largest category is “Random Thoughts.” I spend a lot of time each day on random thoughts. The problem is remembering them.
A lot of my random thoughts deal with our new apartment. We now have it in fairly decent shape. But I am still walking into things. My arms (and legs) have blue marks documenting each time I hit something. Just when I think I am getting better – wham!
On the way to the Community Center there is a puzzle table. If I have time, I stop and put in a few pieces. One lady who was working on the puzzle asked me if I had gone over to the assisted living wing. It appears that they have a puzzle going over there also. I told her that I hadn’t and asked if she had. She said that she had, but she spent most of her time there removing pieces that had been misplaced.
Facebook. Oh yes, I’m on Facebook. I joined it years back so that I could keep up with my grandchildren. And I enjoy seeing photos of them. And now, we have a great grandchild. Between FaceTime and Facebook we are able to watch her grow. Her parents are a few thousand miles away so it’s a big deal! But if you are going to be a Facebook member, don’t upset them. When we moved, I didn’t get on Facebook for a couple of months. I kept getting Facebook emails trying to find out why I was not participating. They said there were people out there poking me. What did I do?
Then there are the people out there who update their status three times a day. What is that all about? It makes status quo look pretty good. So this is the “social media.” It doesn’t seem so social if people keep poking each other.
I ended up buying a new Lexus SUV right before we moved. I was never going to own an SUV, but since they came out with the crossovers and put them on a passenger car chassis, I changed my mind. If my SUV is not a crossover, please don’t tell me. Anyway, the poor car is like a bastard child. I have no time for it. I just drive it. I owned it for two months before I found out it had a rear windshield wiper. When I open my door (or any door), no light comes on. I am sure that can be fixed by pushing the right buttons. But that would require me to read the manual.
I was pushing buttons the other day trying to put an address in the navigation system. I had watched the salesman do it. Finally I got a voice, but it was a real person. I told her I was trying to reach the mechanical lady so I could put an address in. She told me she would act like a recording if I wanted her to. I thought that was sweet, but not necessary. I gave her the address and she cranked it into the system for me.
Oh yes, I lifted the automatic tailgate while the car was in the garage. It didn’t clear the automatic door thing-a-ma-jig. Now, everyone is asking me who keyed my car. What a mess. I’ve been telling myself for four months what I am going to get done when things calm down.
I think I’ll go work on the puzzle.
Written by PJ Rice at www.ricequips.com