
Norman liked to be alone;
His best friend was his mobile phone.
He preferred the glowing case
to any boring human face.

Norman liked to be alone;
His best friend was his mobile phone.
He preferred the glowing case
to any boring human face.

I watched my husband texting in snail speed -due to the one-finger-search-system he uses on any keyboard- and so I interfered. Helpful, as only loving spouses can be, I showed him the little microphone on his phone, and asked him to use it.
I love my smartphone but often wonder about the misuse of my data. So much about me can be known, just by looking at my apps. There is a lady who likes music and listens to books. Sometimes she has trouble sleeping, and she uses relaxation sounds and noises to lull her back into the dreamland.
In a few years, the little girl will ask Alexa to help her with her homework and while I don’t comprehend (anymore) I find the idea very appealing. Where was Alexa when I grew up?

One more commercial of a politician of either side, pointing finger at their opponent, listing what the other side did wrong, instead of telling me what they actually stand for themselves- and I will scream like a little girl.

She is gone. The house is empty; a shiny red realtor’s sign is placed in the yard. She left unnoticed, the neighbors didn’t give her a farewell; no cards or well wishes were exchanged. She lived in this neighborhood for 25 years; everybody knew her, but nobody felt close to her.

If you haven’t seen me at your blog lately, it’s because all my WordPress email notifications of new posts have stopped. I follow a lot of blogs and asked for an email notification for the ones I love the most.

“Is this a Fitbit?” I asked my customer and pointed at her fancy wristband.
“Yes, it is. Our health insurance requires us to wear it.”
“Are you serious?” I couldn’t believe what I just heard.