Just watched a terrific documentary. An important documentary. Almost as important as that other film I keep mentioning. I am interested to know if you enjoy this documentary as much as I did. So watch it and let me know.
As I watched, I’d click on my phone every five or ten minutes to make sure work didn’t need me. At one point I got kinda teary. This is going to sound silly, maybe even to people who know me well, but it wasn’t the film. I was feeling sad for my phone. It doesn’t know today is the last day it will serve me. It’s not that I love the phone. It isn’t cool. It is a business phone. An old one. Even business people started making fun of it when I took it out at meetings. It isn’t smart by today’s standards, although it was six years ago. But it has served me… unfailingly. It has freed me to go places when I am supposed to be working, and still allow me to work. I have cared for it. I might have dropped it once, but no more than that. It has been my phone! We had each other’s back. Thanks for your help, friend! I will miss you!
My office manager (such a cold term–she is so much more than that–I’ll call her my firm mother) wrote yesterday to say they were going to shut off the server that gets email to my style of phone, and that I need to get a new one. I was, and am, excited. An iPhone! Lacey has one so I know it won’t change my life (it is just a computer with too small of a screen and a phone tossed in), but it will help me in ways my old phone couldn’t. We’ll go on adventures together. It will make videos of the good times. I’ll care for it. We’ll grow older together. Onward!
So very thankful that Frida is having a chance to grow older. Today she tried to stay outside a bit. Not long, but long enough for me to vacuum. Then she wanted back in, to be on the bed, getting hugs.
Dinner isn’t going to make itself. Pot pie! I’ll use up a pint of gravy I made last week. Potatoes, celery, carrots, peas, mushrooms, onions and tempeh. What are you having tonight? I doubt anyone reading this will go hungry, but roughly 100 million will go to sleep tonight without enough to eat. I get mad every time I see a tax the rich bumper sticker. On a car! Pretty sure they want people earning more than they earn to be taxed more. But the sticker is on your car! You have a car! Tax me more, please, and use it to feed someone.
Hands palm to palm.