1. There is a creepy thing that has entered our lives via our cell phones. Here is my experience: I bought a charging device at Best Buy. Immediately, that same day, I began receiving spam emails faking to be from Best Buy. Best Buy did NOT have my email address, nor did they have my phone number. When I returned the following week to buy a new phone, I checked. I am being stalked! This is with Location Services turned off.

2. Learning to use an iPhone 14 is more difficult than I expected. It doesn’t have a push-button, and the whole swipe-thing just doesn’t work very well for my fat clumsy ever-so-slightly numb fingers. There is also a charging problem—the portable charger? the cord? Elevation? Sigh. And although the camera is far superior to what I am accustomed to, I can’t figure out how to make it focus on what I am trying to capture. And what good is it if it won’t recharge?

3. That phone charger went back to BestBuy, along with my phone, the cord, the plug-in unit, and a bunch of questions. The same guy was there, there was no waiting line, and he showed me how to do some sort of a reset procedure on the phone, which is supposed to “clean up glitches”. Then he looked up some stuff about that charger, called a Ugreen Magnetic Power Bank and showed me that it can magnetically attach itself to the phone. When I got home, I tried it, and it worked. Then I found the “instructions” that came with it: many languages, a few tiny illustrations, and lots of information gaps, all of it requiring both cheater glasses AND a magnifying glass. Okay, I admit it: I AM OLD.

4. Thinking through all the potential questions to ask a customer before starting a commission is something that I still don’t always get right. Slow down, JB. Think carefully before picking up your pencils (and this after accepting commissioned pencil drawings since 1985… I seem to be a slow learner.) Because I like to protect people’s identities, I will just leave this learned thing here without showing you the hoops I had to jump through.

5. Biscoff is a combo of “biscuit” and “coffee”, a cookie (because “biscuit” means “cookie” if you are in the UK) to be eaten with coffee. The Duck defines it thus: “a type of spiced cookie, also known as speculoos, originating from Belgium and the Netherlands. It is known for its caramelized, cinnamon-flavored taste”. I learned about this from my friend Elisabeth who has spent the last 2-1/2 months traveling and living all over Europe with her husband and 2 offspring. Optimistic Musings of a Pessimist is her blog. (P.S. I saw some at Winco, read the ingredients and put them back on the shelf.)

6. You know how the health industry keeps changing what will help us and what will harm us? The latest evil in processed foods is seed oils; apparently they have overtaken high fructose corn syrup in the category of TERRIBLE FOR YOU. While at Winco, I looked at every type of cracker, and every single one contains seed oils. What happened to butter? olive oil? avocado oil? coconut oil? (because these are now the “good” ones.) Those seed oils are what we used to love, called “vegetable oils”, because they were going to save our lives. Now we learn that they are all RBD: refined, bleached, and deodorized. That just ain’t natural-like; it also ain’t vegetables. Weird.

7. My inner lazy self is beginning to assert herself more than I think is healthy. After listening to Mike Rowe interview Michael Easter (author of The Comfort Crisis) a second time (episode 489 The Hard Way), I put 10 lbs. in a daypack, and have begun wearing it on my morning walks rucks. My walking partner put 2 lbs. in her daypack, and we are just huffing and puffing along together, doing our best to squelch those inner lazy people.

8. A friend in Texas sent me this screenshot from FaceBook (I guess that’s where she saw it) which made me laugh. All those towns except Salinas are in the Central Valley, right here in California’s fly-over country. I’d say this is why Trader Joe’s refuses to come to Tulare County, but Bakersfield has a TJ’s. Who knows where this stuff comes from, or why it says “Advertisement” on the bottom. Here is the link to the actual article: Visalia is the best at being the worst (that’s my paraphrase)

9. One more thing about that new-to-me iPhone: the sales kid offered me a choice of blue or black. Silly me, thinking this mattered—the case covers the phone and the color is invisible. The sales kid should have told me about the % of battery remaining and perhaps I should have known to ask. Turns out that my phone battery is at 79%, and Apple recommends replacing batteries when they drop to 80%. I wonder what percentage of battery was remaining in the black phone? When my phone decides to recharge (see #3 above), if it reaches 100% charged, it is only 79% full. Now I have to figure out how to get the battery replaced. In case you were wondering, I hate all this. I want a landline and a camera. Period.

Now I think I’ll just go read an old fashioned paper book from the library. While sitting. In air conditioning. So there.

OH NO! LOOKS AS IF THE INNER LAZY CHICK HAS ESCAPED AGAIN!