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…
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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