Holeee Maquerel! A whole week has gone by since last I posted at Funny. How did THAT happen?
Hm.
I think it happened because precious little has been happening. The days shoot past in the present state of isolation and quarantine-like living. One after another…most of them identical. You would think time would feel slower under these conditions…but it doesn’t. To the contrary… It’s Monday, October 24. The last I knew, it was Monday…the 17th. A whole week is gone, and I’ve barely noticed it was here.
Now that I’ve quit the once-a-week volunteer job at the church, I literally have nothing to do, no one to see, very little that must be done to keep life trundling along.
For some reason I don’t feel especially bored, though. The church receptionist gig had to go because it WAS boring. Excruciatingly so. For some reason, when I’m here at the Funny Farm I never seem to be sitting around doing nothing, staring into space. Even when I’m doing nothing, though, I don’t feel oppressively bored. Why that would be the case escapes me…
What have I done today, for example?
Precious little, yep. Luis the Arborist is here. I’ve spent all of ten minutes aiming him toward the jobs to be done. Then got back out of the men’s way: they passed most of the day pruning the jungle in front.
Wasted a fair amount of the day playing computer games. Didn’t even take the dog for a walk this morning: too, toooo lazy.
Which is too bad, because the days have turned gorgeous. The spate of thunderstorms we had the other day broke the heat. So now the weather is cool and lovely and beautiful.
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LOL! and now it’s Tuesday. I wandered off and forgot to post this thing.
Luis and his guys spent the entire darned afternoon beating back the jungle. The most signal of his achievements is to lawsuit-proof my front yard: One of those thorny trees likes to dangle a branch over the sidewalk, right at face height for the passing humans. People prance up and down that sidewalk day and night, without ever looking up from their damn phones. Sooner or later, somebody is going to get stabbed in the face by that thing — it’s actually poked me a couple of times, and I do watch where I’m going.
So I figure that’s a lawsuit waiting to happen. I’ve nipped it back a couple times myself, but I’m getting too feeble to climb up on a ladder and chop away at tree limbs.
Anyway, now it’s fixed.
My friend VickyC is supposed to come by this noon. We were planning to go exploring in Cave Creek/Carefree, and upscale tourist trap on the north side of the Valley. That scheme crashed y’day; don’t know if we’ll try to do that, or just go out to lunch.
Which brings us to the current techno-hassle: I accidentally blocked VickyC’s phone number on my land line. It’s possible to unblock a number, but to do so…well…you have to find the number.
Literally hundreds of numbers are blocked on that phone. Without that firewall, as it were, I get anywhere from three to ten nuisance calls every day. They spoof local numbers, so the only way you can tell the call is from a pest is by not recognizing it. Apparently one time when she called, I succeeded in not recognizing her number. So she can’t get through to me. And now I can’t find it in the vast bank of blocked numbers, nor can I find a way to unblock ALL numbers and start over again.
In that department, entertainingly enough…it appears that SHRIEKING INTO THE PHONE AT THE SHRILLEST TOP OF YOUR VOICE is working to cut down the volume of nuisance calls. After a week or two of engaging that tactic, I’m getting many fewer calls per day.
At any rate, if I can’t figure out how to unblock VickyC’s number, I may have to buy a new set of landline phones.
Jeez. Ain’t life in te 21st Century fun?