Saturday, May 14, 2016

Gotta Go to Internet Rehab, and I say No, no. no!



Fellow luddites, hear me well. Until your ISP (that’s Internet Service Provider, I think) limits your monthly data usage to 1G, you have NEVER appreciated the sublime ignorance an unlimited service allows.  Of course, to me, it seems like yesterday that a 1G digital camera was simply miraculous.

This morning, I found a “data usage” button on my phone, and thought it might be prudent to see what little bit of my monthly allowance I had used in one day to that point. Shock and disbelief! I have used – 578 MB, which I am told, constitutes over half my pittance until 1 June!  Oh dear, there goes my daily New York Times crossword puzzle and my 80% solve rate. There goes my Amazon Prime music service that has provided me hours of pleasure, not to mention Spottify. No more leisurely browsing through book lists on Amazon to feed my addition to reading. No more Scrabble with my smart siblings who beat me more than I care to admit. And Facebook? That big time-gobbler is now on a starvation diet.
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I am going to try and limit myself to 15 minutes online to post pre-written blog entries and letters. I tried to download the NYT, so that I could read it offline, but it didn’t work. Suggestions, anyone? One fucking G, say I.

Planting by the Moon
On the local front, Byron has been busily planting the dozens of hydrangeas and saplings my landlady left here, root balls bagged in tiny black “bolsitas,” some of which have perished waiting to be planted. A couple of days ago, Byron refused to plant anything because the moon was not right. Today, the moon must be smiling, because he is digging holes and planting trees now.


A gorgeous oriole thinks his reflection in my window is a rival. He managed to get thru a hole in the screen in the second bedroom and could not find his way out. He was pretty terrified when I came into the room to take down the screen, but he flew out almost immediately. Great to see such a pretty creature up close.
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The vet bill for Little Susie is growing. He has done all he can, and it is up to her to recover her appetite and get her system rebooted. I am giving her raw beaten egg with an injector, and plan to make some sort of rice and chicken liquid in the blender.  She is just skin and bone now, and I do not feel confident she’ll make it. I nursed another dog thru parvo, and she survived. Awful virus.


Must fly. So much to say. So few MBs…

1 comment:

  1. Huh? I thought I posted a comment yesterday, but I do not see it here. Anyhow, what it said was that I am sorry to hear about your internet and dog problems. Please do not give up your Blog to conserve MBs. I always look forward to seeing what's the latest in your new life.

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