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Technology hell


I spent hours trying to dig myself out of a technology hole yesterday. The “check engine” light is on in my car; a year ago, I bought this code reader you stick into your car’s port and it tells you what’s wrong. I decided it was finally time to set it up. Of course, first you have to install an app on your phone and get it to pair up via Bluetooth.

Well, that didn’t work. I thought maybe my phone was out of memory, so I deleted some apps. Still didn’t work. So I decided it was time to set up the new old phone I got from my friend.

Hahahahaha! I kill myself. It took the entire afternoon, and it’s still not set up, because OF COURSE I DON’T REMEMBER MY PASSWORDS. Every time I would try to sign in, I’d get a “you have used that password recently” message.

“You must update your Google account to sign in.” Google account? Is that my gmail, or is it something else? Arghh. Maybe today I’ll have better luck.

On the road again

New Jersey Turnpike

Checked the oil and the coolant, put in some more wiper fluid and I’m headed to New York today to see my adorable grandson. So if any big stories break, they will have to wait until I get home.

Hopefully the car and I make it back in one piece!

Public service announcement


This is the optimal week to get a flu shot. Your insurance probably covers it, and you can go to any local chain drugstore.

I’ve gotten a flu shot every year since that time about 15 years ago the flu turned into bronchitis, and then to pneumonia. God, did that suck. I couldn’t work for a month, and I was so, so sick. Plus, I hated that freaky crackling noise your lungs make when they’re under water. I never want to go through that again.

So I’m motivated. You may not be. But if you are someone who doesn’t have a problem with flu shots, go get it soon. I’ve already heard of three cases of flu in the past month, and it sounds like a bad one.

Almost four days


No watching the news, no checking email, no deadlines, no phone calls. I got to sit and watch a thunderstorm, breathe salt air, eat fresh tomatoes from a garden. It was glorious!

I really needed that.

Fervent thanks to Boohunney and Ron, who held the ship upright until I got back.

And thanks for the donations. Thanks to all your generosity, I can breathe until that check finally comes in. How do people even survive these days?

My life in hospitals

Front desk

I didn’t get any sleep at all Tuesday night, because I had this throbbing pain in my calf and I began to worry it was a blood clot.

But I had to work Wednesday morning, and then I was supposed to drive to a friend’s house for a few days off. Instead, I spent several hours in Penn’s emergency room. They finally said they couldn’t find anything on the ultrasound, but my blood test came back positive. So I’m supposed to have a followup.

I’m not all that worried, because I quickly came across research showing a high false-positive test in people over 60.

The guy who took my blood told me he voted for Gary Johnson. “I really wanted Bernie, and I hate Hillary. No way was I voting for her,” he said.

“You’re voting as if we have a parliamentary system. You handed your vote to Trump,” I said, testy.

“That’s what we need: a third party,” he said.

“And how do we do that without a constitutional convention, which is exactly what the Kochs and the Mercers want?” I said. “Most states are controlled by Republicans. You have no fucking idea what harm that could do.” I could feel my blood boil.

That why I’m off to a friend’s house today, and I am going to try to unplug for a few days. Boohunney and Ron will be filling in, so be good and don’t wreck the place while I’m gone. No keggers!

Bridging the gap

Help! I’m still just a teensy bit short ($150) of having enough money to bridge the gap and pay my health insurance until my first Social Security check. (10 more days!) If you can help, I’d appreciate it.

Fun with dating

Market St., Harrisburg, PA. USA (1955)

One of my friends went on a date last night.

“How was it?” I said.

She had some nitpicky things to say before she got to the good part. “He told me his wife died, and I said I was sorry. Then I asked when she died. Guess how long?”

“Two weeks?” I said.

“Close. Three months. His wife was an alcoholic who drank herself to death. He started talking about when she was dying, how she was projectile-vomiting blood ‘and it was coming out her bottom, too.’ ”

I couldn’t stop laughing. “Sounds charming,” I said. “So you’re saying it wasn’t a match made in heaven.”


The perfect gift

John Amato, my boss at C&L, got me an electric fly swatter. I am forever in his debt.

It makes that really satisfying “zap!” noise when you get one. I wonder if it works on mice?


Thanks to your kind generosity, I am caught up on almost everything until my Social Security check comes in — but not my internet ($252), my Obamacare payment, and not much left for food. (I’ll miss the internet payment by THREE DAYS, and since I’m already behind, I’ll get cut off.)

So if you have anything left to spare, please throw me a few bucks. Once I get that check, I’m good. This is an embarrassing cash flow shortage.

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