I AM STILL HERE

Garrison Keillor wrote a book called, We Are Still Married, or something like that.  And, yes, I know the title should be underlined but this software only offers bold, italic and strike through options – and if there IS an underline, I’m not smart enough to find it.  I digress.

I haven’t posted in a LONG time because nobody reads it anyway, except for now and then that wonderful Merisi and maybe one of my kids, (and yes! Red Shoe Polish just for Prada loafers comes with the feed), life has been so crazy hectic and chaotic that I don’t know where to start (or end) and work and home are both unsettled and that is crazy making.

The gym has introduced a new sign in that uses your fingerprint to identify you.  You no longer have wear that annoying lanyard around your neck from which dangles your gym card and your driver’s license to gain entry to the smelly damp crowded cave.  Yes, I know there should be commas or even periods.  On Thursday night when I went back to yoga for the first time in a few months (another story for another day), I signed up and put my right (and left) index finger on the screen and felt very “with it.”  Until Saturday when Husband and I went and my scan didn’t work.  Which reminded me of when I was trying to get my Notary commission renewed and it took 2 different places and numerous attempts to get my finger prints read – ink and paper works really well but it’s too slow and outdated.  Anyway, the nice young man finally said that when you get old, your fingerprints wear off, especially if you type all day.  I had managed to put that out of my mind for a year or so, but now it’s back.  I’m so old my fingerprints are disappearing.  So, the lines on your fingers just shift to your face, is that it?

Phooey.  In the time since my last post, I purchased a Kindle.  You know, just a few weeks before they reduced the price.  And I bought my IPhone just a few weeks prior to the IPhone 4.  But that’s OK.  I bought a Kindle for Jen, too.  Ashley had been after me for a long time to get one – the day I realized I had 14 books on my nightstand and that the floor between the nightstand and the wall had about 4 stacks of books as tall as the nightstand and then the floor to ceiling shelves in the bedroom were overflowing and that was just the bedroom, I gave in.  I’m hooked and Amazon is getting rich – they send me endless emails with suggestions and they know what I like. The first month, I spent over $50.  I’ve stopped keeping track now, it’s best not to know some things.  And, now they’ve reduced the price AGAIN and introduced some improvements in software.  Oh, well.  I’m feeling very guilty because there’s nothing better than a little, independently owned/operated bookstore and I do want to them to not disappear.  But I also do not live in an area zoned as commercial and so could not open a store out of my home and so something had to give.

So, that’s it for now.  Kindle is recharging and I’ve loaded 2 samples to wait patiently until I finish Midnight’s Children.  Oh, and you should read Lucy.  And Provenance and Priceless and Angelology.  When I retire, buy a laptop all my own and download a photo management software I can figure out, this will be a busy place.  But, for now, it’s going to be hit or miss.  If anyone cares.

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