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Don’t Let the Tech Be Your Downfall

Back in May, I wrote piece bemoaning my forced march to get used to new tech and a new car. You can read that little rant here. My new car definitely still has its drawbacks like the fact that it looks like every other car so that I’ve actually approached other cars thinking they were mine and even opened a door! But it’s clean and has great pick up for a four-cylinder.

The new Android Samsung phone is still being paid for and I’m getting used to it. The clear case I bought is turning yellow on the edges probably from skin oil. Ewww. And I still can’t figure out how to have it go straight to where I want it to without having to tap and swipe. But I can send pictures straight to my blog’s gallery!

It was just at the beginning of the Summer that my ratty old computer gave it up. It’s wi-fi chip burned out. And we had the $1,000 to buy a new Dell so I did. But again, new tech aggravates me. I allowed it to sit for a while as I’d scheduled blog posts and it was the beginning of Summer. But eventually, I had to touch it.Don't let the tech be your downfall on Shalavee

The keys are something I have to get used to. I am a speed hunter and pecker but the play and spacing are different for this keyboard. I like the swipe scroll which I used to have and then burned out a long time ago on my old laptop. But now I can not figure out how to download my pictures off my phone and I’ve truly done everything. 

This is where I’m going to tell you, it’s time to get the tech guy in here. So many times I’d allow the technical problems to overwhelm me. Creatives are often technophobes. But there is no reason to torture ourselves like that. We need to ask for the right help at the right time. I got my own tech guy last year and have not had nearly as much anxiety since I did. Please never let a technical snafu stand in your way of creating again. Your creativity is way more important. Let the right people do the thing they are good at and you continue to follow your passion , Okay?

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Five Things For the End of June

When I’m without an idea to post,

five things no doubt will be my most:

One – A concert performed by amazing talented young people and organized and conduced by amazing and talented music teachers. My son performed a really cool duet with his clarinet teacher.Five Things for the End of June on Shalavee.com

Two– A crabcake and corn dinner with German potato salad, bread, and tomatoes. And Grammy.

Three – Bills are payed with no worries of going without.

Four – Summer started out and continues more gently than in the past years. No Plummeting Space Junk.

Five – I dyed my hair roots. It all begins again.

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I May Still Be a Runner Yet

A while back, I wrote a post titled, I’m No Longer a Runner. I bemoaned the fact that my apparent SI joint malformation was increasing in pain and that it may stop me cold from doing the one thing that had always been my happy exercise: running. Because when we are faced with chronic pain, we think we have to give up hope. We begin to compromise and make due and tell ourselves there are other ways we can be happy. Never an excuse to stop following the breadcrumbs to our wellness but it slows us down with the not knowing.

I am happy to say that I am running again. The steroid injections eventually helped, although it seemed like a long time for them to kick in. I can take Ibuprofen and go for a run/walk and my affected joint only aches. I can totally settle for that because these early Summer days are exquisite and all I want to do is go running and huff the heady lemony scent of magnolias in bloom.I may still be a runner yet on Shalavee.com

I think sometimes we get to worrying and apprehending the future, especially if it includes pain, and we try to come up with solutions that if we were to buy, would solve all the dissonance. If I didn’t want to be a runner, than not running would be fine. Except it isn’t, because in my heart of hearts, I am still a runner. I love the breeze and the smells. The rhythm and honesty of it. And I love that I trust myself to just start and stop and go where I want. Running is such a longstanding part of me that I hope I can keep doing it for a long time.

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The Forced March and the Madness of New Tech

So we finally broke down and got a new car right before Christmas. We got the right price and it’s a Honda so it will last forever. Was I completely happy? Of course not. Go ahead and call me ungrateful. We could either get a new car or put money into the old one. HA! Yes, it’s a lovely smooth ride but there was no choice in color (they said they searched the tri-county area for my first choice of grey) and I despise black interiors.The Forced March and the Madness of New Tech on Shalavee.com

And insult to injury, there are no more CD players in new cars. Dammit! Our entire CD collection has been made obsolete.

Then I promised my old phone to my son when his birthday came. Well his birthday came and I walked myself into the phone store to get my upgraded phone and do you think I’m happy with it? Nope.

We get used to what we have, be that a jalopy of a car or an outdated phone or a dysfunctional marriage. While change is inevitable and necessary, it doesn’t mean it’s easy or fun. 

As for the fancy new phone, a Samsung Galaxy S9 to be exact, after having it for a week, these are my problems:

  • The on switch is so stiff, it doesn’t even feel like a switch.
  • The calculator application gathers a paragraph of numbers and then stops accepting your additions when it’s full. As opposed to the old one which was a continuous line so you could check to see all the numbers were there. Had to download a whole other calculator app.
  • I can no longer take a picture by touching the screen. Although by chance, I did decide the volume button can be used as a shutter button.
  • The modes for the camera application are so twitchy that it seems wants to go into selfie mode constantly. Figures.
  • Without a case, which I purchased separately, the phone is super slippery and apparently made of glass so it breaks quite easily.
  • The downloads are so buried I had to use Google to find them.
  • Notifications on the home screen don’t have a direct link to their applications. Am still searching how to edit this.
  • I can’t search my emojis.
  • And there’s no frame option for the pictures. Again, I’ll have to use another app.The Forced March and the Madness of New Tech on Shalavee.com

I use my phone to do a lot of picture-taking and daily Instagram posting. I had a system down for this that is now being interrupted. Eventually I will adapt another system but the adjustment period will be painful. Very painful.

So I told my son that I must really love him to be dealing with the jerky phone. And I hope he appreciates my old phone as I will be resentful for a while longer. Why don’t I just give him the new phone? Because it’s pink, that’s why.

Oh and my brand new car? I left the window down last night in the pouring rain. I never did anything like that with my old disgusting cars. Sigh.

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A Few Moments of Thought in the Bathroom

Our house is over one hundred years old. When you use the front upstairs bathroom in the middle of the house over the front door, you hear it groaning. I assume it’s the pipes but why they groan, I won’t know until the day something ruptures.

I’m in there to dye my very white hair roots. When we moved here I was dying my slightly gray and very short hair red. I’m totally gray now and have gone long and dark. As I’m doing the haphazard job I usually do to drown my head in chemicals, intermittently wiping my face and shirt where I’ve splattered hair dye, I see a bug flying around me. I swing at him and continue in the mirror and then I see something crawling on the sink.

So first I think how completely creepy it is for anything to be flying and then suddenly crawling like another beast completely. I consider squashing it because it’s freaked me out. And then I think about the times I’ve scolded my daughter for randomly offing offending ants on the front porch while saving pill bugs to torture. And I leave him alone.A Few Moments of Thought in the Bathroom on Shalavee.com

Hair dye has twenty minutes to cook. I sit down to work on something and think, why not just this exact piece of writing. Because so much mundane thoughts are exactly the place where people spend their thought time in. They do not spend their majority of time in their prettiest pictures or most smoothed over words but in random vitreous brain floater thoughts that float through barely noticed, shadows of fears and worries of life and love.

Seven more minutes to wait until I officially become a little younger. I pull back my skin on cheeks to remember what I looked like without these jowls twenty years ago. When I met Mark. Genetics gave me these jowls and this prematurely white hair. And it’s doling out still more surprises every year.Good thing my skin ages well.

I set my mind to not panic or apply it to how I’m a horrid aging person. I vow instead to follow the breadcrumbs of health and self-care. To make the next appointment necessary and the next and the next and follow through with taking every little pill and walk every mile. That is the only thing to be done. That and choosing to not squash a bug every once in a while.

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