When Saturday Gets Away

I really thought it was boondoggle day yesterday. Lisa had volunteered to help out at her old place by doing a per diem shift.

The morning started out smoothly enough with a visit by Jason, Claire and Honey’s Farrier. I captured and posted some videos of the event which I shared in real time on my FB page.

https://www.facebook.com/share/v/1CRpGWeZWb

https://www.facebook.com/share/v/1CdFU85z3y

https://www.facebook.com/share/v/16dzbjkSLZ

I also had some great still shots of Claire and Honey which I cannot share because my iPhone went funky. Which led me to the second, more drawn out part of my day.

I had to drive into Longmont to pick up 8 bags of wood shavings. I wanted to clean out C&H’s sleeping quarters and add some fresh shavings. As I drove into town I realized that my phone had again dropped the WiFi and Blue tooth connections and would not let me reestablish them, no matter how many of the tricks I learned from the T-Mobile techies to get them back working. Both apps just looped. So, since I was in town I swooped by my favorite T-Mobile shop right on Main Street and was lucky enough to find the same kid who helped me the last time.

After a few laughs and and his own unsuccessful attempts to try and rehab my phone one last time, I asked him where was I time-wise on getting an upgrade. He checked and said he could do one today just for the costs of the tax and a trade in. So, I jumped at it. I hate having to constantly resuscitate my phone. And without Wifi/BT, I can’t talk through my car stereo, and I do most of my phone calling when I’m driving. And, with my tinnitus, it’s just not the same talking through the speaker phone.

So, for the next hour plus, I spent the time waiting while my young techie buddy went about switching out the old into the new, which was unnecessarily delayed by the fact that I had an impossible time remembering all of the millions of passwords necessary to access the millions of different security hurtles in place.

There was a lot of “Fuck, try this one.”

The good news is that there isn’t a hacker in existence who would not kill themselves trying to wade through my bullshit. There is absolutely no rhyme or reason to it.

Anyway, we got most of the stored data transferred but for some reason the photos cut off on the 11th. Hence the loss of the farrier visit still photos. Oh well, its up on FB.

However, by the time I got back to CC it was raining so I couldn’t even unload the wood shavings, so I sat around waiting for all apps to reload while I again spent all of my time trying to remember which potential password worked for which app, etc.

I take the watched pot exception to my iPhone because the moment I look away, it goes to sleep and all work ceases.

But the day wasn’t completely lost.

While I was focused on the managing the extremely and unnecessarily secure data transfers, Fed Ex must have snuck down my driveway – the Beagle Brothers were out back with C&H – and dropped off a package for the outside I had ordered in plenty of time to arrive before Scarlett’s party last week but did not. I had actually forgotten about it.

The Fed Ex driver was in such a hurry they must have tossed the package on my porch from enough of a distance on the driveway that the impact upon landing sent part of the metal sign tearing through the top.

But, in the end, it was worth the wait. It fit perfectly where I had wanted to place it. Right on the gate at the back entrance of the JTS Grotto.

Note that the address is only two numbers off from the CC in the book series. But you will only understand that reference if you read the books. And feel free to send me fan mail, old school, by ink, paper and stamp, should the mood arise. I read them all to Claire (but please mention Honey as well, as she is a little sensitive.)

So, it’s official, should I ever leave this energy plane, or planet, the house has a publicly noted name. Sort of like when the Wizard of Oz gave the Lion, Tinman and Scarecrow public acknowledgments of their true essence. Of course, in order to see that gate up close and personal, you either have to get past the dogs and mules in the front property, or be an invited guest and come through the magic grotto past the Fae, dragons, spirits and feral cats – and the always vigilant Jack the Spruce – to the white gravel path that leads to it. And since I enjoy being a recluse . . . .

And it looked just as nice when the sun came back out a little later.

So, by the time I had mounted the sign, Lisa had returned from work, and my boondoggling day was over.

But I still have all I wanted to get done yesterday on today’s plate. So, I better get moving.

I hope you fine, five readers had a more productive day than I did. Or at least a more fun day.

I also hope you will take God at his word and rest this fine Sunday. Maybe read that free e-copy of The Wise Ass Prime Members can get on Amazon until 8/30. Couldn’t hurt and, I promise, you will laugh your ass off.

But no matter what else we get up to, let us all remember to make today a great one.