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I hate like hell sitting in a room with someone, carrying on an important conversation, only to have it interrupted repeatedly by them exchanging text messages with their little friend.
We have one of those $10 gas station phones we carry with us. We use it to call for help if we get a flat tire or to let others know we're running late for an appointment, stuff like that. I think we use it maybe 5 minutes per month.
You talk about the boss behind their back come on everyone knows this even the boss.
Tell that to your boss the next time you ask him for a raise.
Soooooo, what do you singe in the car......? Do we need to do intervention.......?I often singe in the car. But I've been told I make a 'Joe Cocker' face while singing. It's white boy soul.On the up side, if you talk to yourself in the car people will assume you're on the phoneI'm not a luddite. I appreciate the convenience of the cellular telephone. I can see how it would be a useful tool with active teenagers in the house.It's the kind of day that makes November infamous. Overcast and rainy and temps in the high 30s so life outside is just like standing in a refrigerator in the rain.
Tuesday night I drove up to Monaca, PA and the Beaver Valley Mall. It's an old mall, built in the early 1970s. I used to take high school dates there to eat, watch people and take in a movie at the Cineplex. Movies like Chinatown, The Sting, The Godfather, Being There. Real movies, not comic books on film.
Anyway, I was wandering the mall and I heard Carol King sing about how she felt the earth move under her feet and Eric Burdon and War tell the story of the Cisco Kid and how he was a friend of mine.
I realized that I had made it to the future, while surrounded by familiarity. Today's mall has cellular telephone company stores plying their trade. We had no such technology back in 1974. There were giant television screens advertising shiatsu massage therapy and tattoo parlors. The kids who are now in the roles of me and my high school girlfriends all had their necks bent toward the phone as they texted one another. We would simply speak without the aid of hand held, wireless telephony. I wonder what they are trying to say to one another?
I bought my brother the annual Lenox porcelain snowflake ornament for this year's Christmas tree. I have given him a Lenox porcelain snowflake each year for the past thirty years. I think he could pawn all those ornaments and buy himself a nice used car! Based on what the wide wide world of the interweb says, the replacement value of some of the ornaments can approach $400 or more.
I tried to buy my 2015 wall calendar for the kitchen, but the selection is still too sparse. On the other hand, three years ago I farted around until the week between Christmas and New Year's Day and could find calendars with kittens, professional wrestlers and the sketches of Thomas Kincaid and nothing else.
So my quest to document appointments in 2015 goes on, even as I found a way to go back to 1975.
Hombre and I have operated a business out of our home for years and when we finally closed it up and retired, we still spend a lot of our waking hours in the same home office where our big computers and other electronic stuff is, comfy office chairs, nice spacious desks--except that mine always looks like a recycling bin exploded on it--and we do mostly stuff we want to do now. And we're in the nerve center of the home--the front door a few steps away when people come--the kitchen just to my right where its easy to get up and check something on the stove, the large family room and big screen TV in full view of our desks.
But what you are saying fully hit me just recently. Our desks are maybe four feet apart with me facing northeast and him facing southeast so we really aren't looking at each other. But on a whim, he sent me an instant message on my computer, and I responded, and we communicated back and forth that way for maybe five minutes. Until it hit me.....what a sign of the times. . .
But I do not own a cell phone. I'm not convinced that our contemporary society is fully in tune with the etiquette needed with open, public communications. I've seen one girl take a cell phone call while standing before a casket at a funeral parlor. I've had dates take phone calls at the table at restaurants, making me as relevant to the scene as the salt and pepper shakers on the table. People seem to be talking out loud to themselves in grocery store aisles and I have answered their questions before I knew they had a phone attached to their ear. Pop wondered incredulously "What the hell do all these people have to talk about?" as he watched private conversations taking place in public spaces. I have never sent a message by electronic text.
Once a latter day Emily Post establishes some guidelines, maybe I'll get one of those phones. But that would mean constant contact, constant accessibility. I do not want that. Privacy and quiet are two simple pleasures we cannot afford to lose.
But if I'm making the Joe Face, onlookers might assume I'm 'making' something else!
Sorry but we aren't impressed with Albuquerque, it just doesn't "fit" us, if you know what I mean. If we move down to NM we would most likely choose Santa Fe, it has that "it fits" us feel to it.
I'm a bit peeved tonight. Couple of days ago a guy that has bought from me before, came by to look at some stuff hubby picked up at local garage sales. Being in a hurry cuz he arrived without notice, we quickly showed him a few items so he could get an idea of what we had to sell and he was to come back later that afternoon for the bargaining. Unfortunately, he palmed two items, which we did not notice until after he left. So we called him asking if he mistakenly put the items in his pocket during the hurry session because they were not on the counter where we left them for him. Gone. He never returned our calls, which we did numerous times. By then we realized he stole them.
So after a few days, I posted a warning in Craigslist to beware of anyone coming to look at items of value that could be stolen easily and to meet at the local police department outside on the curb if need be, just to be safe. I didn't name the guy or give any clues to his identity but he must have had a guilty conscience cuz he placed FOUR ads in CL naming both me and hubby and our address and our phone number, claiming we were thieves and steal from garage sales. FOUR ads. So CL pulls MY ad and leaves HIS up..with our full names, address and phone number.
Pretty pissed.
Talk to a lawyer, Gracie. I can't believe there's no law here that hasn't been broken on his part. This guy sounds like an absolute psychopath. That's why if I sell something on craigslist, I meet them somewhere other than my home.I'm a bit peeved tonight. Couple of days ago a guy that has bought from me before, came by to look at some stuff hubby picked up at local garage sales. Being in a hurry cuz he arrived without notice, we quickly showed him a few items so he could get an idea of what we had to sell and he was to come back later that afternoon for the bargaining. Unfortunately, he palmed two items, which we did not notice until after he left. So we called him asking if he mistakenly put the items in his pocket during the hurry session because they were not on the counter where we left them for him. Gone. He never returned our calls, which we did numerous times. By then we realized he stole them.
So after a few days, I posted a warning in Craigslist to beware of anyone coming to look at items of value that could be stolen easily and to meet at the local police department outside on the curb if need be, just to be safe. I didn't name the guy or give any clues to his identity but he must have had a guilty conscience cuz he placed FOUR ads in CL naming both me and hubby and our address and our phone number, claiming we were thieves and steal from garage sales. FOUR ads. So CL pulls MY ad and leaves HIS up..with our full names, address and phone number.
Pretty pissed.
The sun is shining brightly here so when I went out this morning it surprised me that it was this cold. I came back to get my coat. 43 today but next week, 30s for the high all week.Good morning all and I too heard on the news this morning that another polar vortex is headed for the Midwest and east--bitter cold and more. Looks like we'll be right on the western edge of it and probably won't get the bitter cold on our side of the mountain.
He's just pissed that he got busted. CL took ALL his posts down. I checked when I got up this morning.Talk to a lawyer, Gracie. I can't believe there's no law here that hasn't been broken on his part. This guy sounds like an absolute psychopath. That's why if I sell something on craigslist, I meet them somewhere other than my home.I'm a bit peeved tonight. Couple of days ago a guy that has bought from me before, came by to look at some stuff hubby picked up at local garage sales. Being in a hurry cuz he arrived without notice, we quickly showed him a few items so he could get an idea of what we had to sell and he was to come back later that afternoon for the bargaining. Unfortunately, he palmed two items, which we did not notice until after he left. So we called him asking if he mistakenly put the items in his pocket during the hurry session because they were not on the counter where we left them for him. Gone. He never returned our calls, which we did numerous times. By then we realized he stole them.
So after a few days, I posted a warning in Craigslist to beware of anyone coming to look at items of value that could be stolen easily and to meet at the local police department outside on the curb if need be, just to be safe. I didn't name the guy or give any clues to his identity but he must have had a guilty conscience cuz he placed FOUR ads in CL naming both me and hubby and our address and our phone number, claiming we were thieves and steal from garage sales. FOUR ads. So CL pulls MY ad and leaves HIS up..with our full names, address and phone number.
Pretty pissed.
