Fiddled Around

I fiddled around with learning about Ghost. I believe you can subscribed for five dollars a month. I think that is a good deal. I promise to write exclusive material here for the paid subscribers. Today, you all or yinz are free. But it's still exclusive.

I'm also playing around with my cell phone- very few of us have land phones. You know back in the day, I had fewer problems with my phone. The first rotary phones, if you dropped them, break a toe or a foot, but they held up. They were easier to hold onto due to the size. Also, I really didn't carry them much. We had phone stands. Dang, they were heavy.

I always wanted a princess phone. I thought a white or pink one in my pale pink bedroom would be perfect. The black rotary stationed in that room upstairs in the middled, could be moved to the front or back bedroom. I could stay on that one for hours, until someone, like Dad, picked up the other line and said, "That's enough, Mollie." Or accidentally during the energy crisis of the late seventies, Mom picked up just when I was complaining about her to a friend. Yikes! The punishment, though, was more the hurt, "I do so much for you, how can you say that about me?" mood for a few days than any physical or regulation demerit. Go for the spirit.

Eventually, you could turn in the rotaries for new phones, only at the Bell Telephone store. I believe the rent for the old phones was three dollars a month. I'm not sure if that was for each one or all together. I thought the cordless ones would be great for when my mom, still recovering from being paralyzed during her bout with thyroid cancer. She could call my dad outside. Maybe that was too complicated. Those cordless phones at first were huge, the size of a breadbox. Well, maybe not that large.

My parents stopped at the cordless phones, but the rest of the world carried on. I do remember the brown streamline on our wall we bought in Connecticut and still hangs on our wall, totally confused a friend of my daughter's. She basically threw the phone at my daughter, "How do you use this?"

The receiver had the rotary not the push buttons. She had never seen one like it. This would have been late nineties.

Cell phones evolved for me from a car phone, only worked in the car when it was running. I could call my husband on my way home for lunch so he could have it ready for me, when I first started home health. My territory was a half hour away.

Soon, I went to an analog so I could have the phone with me all the time. Great and not so great. I carrying a phone made it easier for the scheduler to get a hold of me. No paging me and then I tried to find a phone. Pay phones dotted the landscape, but got harder to find. Patients didn't like you using their phones often. Some of them, we used that as an excuse.

You probably know the evolution of cell phones from here. Flip phones to Blackberries to the smart phones we have today. My phone I dropped. A few times. Maybe a few times too many? I couldn't always type what I wanted. Then crazy combinations appeared while I typed. Then it started doing things on its own, changing screens, letters appearing on texts, non stop. Yep, cracked the screen and it's broke. Or as I like to say, Possessed.

Put in for a replacement. We have insurance. I changed my password for Apple in May, but I can't remember it. Since I have theft protection, I can't change it anywhere but on my old phone. I keep going through the security delay. Yeah. The man at support was very helpful, but I was in security delay. I thought he said, I wrote it in my notebook, I could do it with my replacement phone. I can, but not until July 28. Oh, I am beyond this technology or I should say, it is beyond me at this point. I'll leave it alone and eventually I stumble upon how to fix it. No wonder after all that, I can't remember my password, That we are not supposed to write down.

So that is my morning. I also read articles on how to succeed at business without really trying, no, no. No, I read articles on how to run this Ghost platform. And the niggling question, "Why?" Why am I doing this? What do I gain? I should be walking. I should be reading. I should be writing, so here I am writing about this experience, among others.

I hope you are having a good day, and will consider a five dollar a month subscription or as we say on Substack, buying me a coffee. Hmm, I better make some peach ice tea to enjoy later. From three to six, we're going to support a friend's little girl's lemonade stand to raise money for the food bank. Also it is at her grandparents' Haitian restaurant, so we'll contribute to that mission, as well. It is definitely better to give than to receive, but I enjoy both.