A few weeks ago we joined the 21st century by adding texting to our outdated "dumb-phones." It happened because my good neighbor on upper Boulder Creek Rd would text me during the day to just ask a quick question or feel the need to tell me something that didn't warrant a phone call which usually led to a longer conversation than we expected when one subject continued to open another dialogue. Immediately after leaving the Verizon store, I texted, ????, notified John, Mark, and Mary that we just added text to our plan. Being a virgin texter, I accidentally sent the message to another Mary who used to be our neighbor on Candlewick St. in Florida so later that day I received a reply asking "who are you?" followed by a phone call from the Florida Mary. The drawback with a "dumb-phone" is the time it takes to reply or compose a text. We don't have a keyboard, or whatever it's called, so one has to strike the number key the number of times it takes to arrive at the desired letter. At first as I started replying to Mary's texts, my words had no apostrophes and the sentences blended into each other when I couldn't locate any punctuation. By playing with with the pad, I discovered punctuation marks. I write full sentences, as does John and Mark. Of course my texts and replies take 10 minutes to pound out using my baby finger on the tiny keys. Mark is in the UK this week on business and I'm receiving a daily text update from him. It's a nice feature and I am truly enjoying my quick connection to my family and friends.
Happy Summer Solstice! It was a beautiful start to this day. The typical mountain fog had settled in when I got up at 6:30 but burned off shortly after. I always go outside when I first get up, scan for wildlife, and walk around soaking in the morning peace and calm. Did about 20 minutes of stretchy yoga, showered and had a light breakfast of cream of buckwheat with ghee-fried peaches. I still felt a little full from eating Italian food with Janice last night. We go out at 4:30 and take our time eating and talking, have a glass of wine and Friday night is dessert night. Janice is doing better. It'll be a year in August since she lost Ernie. I left the breakfast dishes in the sink and headed to our Murphy Farmers Market. First stop was "Healing Ways" produce farmers for fresh Swiss chard, butter crunch lettuce, and a bunch of young summer squash and zucchini since all of mine are falling off the plants....
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