Last night, Konnie called me saying
she had a problem. Now, let me point out that Konnie rarely ever calls me when
she has a problem because, honestly, I live too far away to be of much help, and
she knows my income is far less than hers, so I can’t possibly help with money.
That is the first point you must understand.
The second is obvious; it was
Tuesday night, meaning the problem has to do with the fact that it is her turn
to post this morning.
Now we have switched turns several
times and for various reasons, but I might point out that my reasons have more
often been my health, while hers have more often been either computer issues or a time conflict.
I have myself had computer issues,
and I was without a working computer for around three weeks at one point. (She
wasn’t happy with me during that period.) I have never had a time conflict with
posting. However, I am forced to note that her time conflicts always centered
around the needs or activities of her other family members.
Even when my husband was alive, he
was generally at work on Wednesday mornings, and the very few times he wasn’t,
he was in bed sick. Ergo, even when I did live with another human being, I
never had time conflicts. Since I am the one making Patches only appointments,
there is never a conflict.
Of course, her calling when she did meant she couldn’t post this morning. The unusual part was that it
wasn’t computer issues or a time conflict (which she generally knows days in
advance anyway). No, this time it was her health.
Now, let me remind you that more
often than not, my health has been the issue with my posting. A lot more.
One such time was when I slipped on
the ice and fell hard on my tailbone. That particular part of my anatomy was so
bruised I couldn’t sit up for weeks. In fact, I eventually got upright by
acquiring a donut pillow, which took time.
There was at least once where I was in
the hospital, though I was able to get a friend to bring me my laptop.
At any rate, I have physically been
unable to post more often than Konnie has, though she’s had more outside forces
getting in her way than I have.
That’s more the nature of our living
situations than anything, but anyway, Konnie became upset that she was calling me
with such short notice. Believe me, normally she gives me a couple of days, if
not more. Right around fourteen hours was short notice for her, and she began
to cry.
I’m going to blame that on how bad
she felt physically, because honestly, she’s covered for me more often than I’ve
covered for her. There was no need for her to feel bad. Anyway, I told her to
get some rest and not worry about it.
At the time, I was thinking about
opening my computer and doing some writing anyway.
It’s not like she called me at eight
o’clock in the morning to tell me. (By the way, I have done that to her, but it
was computer issues.)
Fourteen hours to write and edit a
post seems like a luxury of time.
Now if only I can get my knee to
cooperate with those plans.
I might mention that I have had technical issues
more often than her, but that could be because she has a tech genius under her
roof. I just have a cat.
Konnie’s youngest is autistic and
really into technology. If Konnie has tech issues, she calls for her son, who
is in the next room. If I have tech issues, well, honestly, I call for her youngest
too, but for me, he’s two states away!
More than once, he said he couldn’t
help me, simply because he was too far away.
I mean, he tries to walk me step by step
through what needs to be done, but it just doesn’t always work.
Let me remind you that Konnie
and I are Baby Boomers, from the tail end of that era, but part of it. We predate
all the technology that her youngest son loves so much. The technology he grew
up with, having been born in this century.
Konnie and I grew up with dial
phones until push-button phones were invented. I can remember those being so
cool to have.
Oh, let's be real here, I can
remember when color TV was a luxury. Phones that didn’t have to be mounted on the
wall, and didn’t need to be dialed, those were nice, and car phones were
luxuries only for the rich.
Oh, how things have changed!
Anyway, happy writing, everyone!
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