…most of the time it’s as I would want it to be.
Until the wireless mouse to my Imac stopped working yesterday just after posting my last writing prompt answer, and no, it doesn’t need to be recharged, it’s dead, kaput, and I think no big deal I’ll just walk down the hill to the Apple store and get a new one and I do and walk back home up hill but the new mouse won’t connect to my Imac, and after a lot of back and forth on the phone over two hours with technical support it’s determined I need to upgrade my operating system except I can’t because you need a mouse to do that and the guy on technical support says I’m in a “tough spot” so I walk back down to the Apple store and we talk and they are very nice and embarrassed about this Catch-22 of not being able to use my mouse unless I update my OS but I can’t update my OS because I don’t have a mouse so I borrow my husband’s mouse and update my OS, and think now everything is solved, but I STILL can’t get my new wired mouse to connect and end up sending off for a wired third party mouse which doesn’t arrive until this afternoon which is why I have not posted until now.
Otherwise my retirement is going fine.
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t’s not some cherished item with memories attached. I’m not even sure exactly how long I had it or where I bought it. It’s just a rather large mug with a black and white design. A Riviera Van Beers according to the writing on the bottom. Which seems to be A Thing. I’ve been drinking coffee from it in the morning for decades.
There are older mugs in the house, including one from boarding school, but that one’s cracked and can’t be filled with anything hot and is kept on a shelf and occasionally noticed and mused over. But it’s not used. -
…nine years old. I sat in a seaside cafe with my family, the remains of breakfast spread across the table, looked out the broad window behind my parents at the beach and knew that was where we would spend the day. White sand, blue sky, curling green waves…
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it was the hour I spent volunteering on a committee at City Hall this morning. San Francisco’s City Hall is one of the most beautiful civic buildings in the world. Walking to the meeting was a stroll across white marble floors and gorgeous staircases and lobbies, passing women in bridal gowns and girls in quinceañera dresses who go there to have their pictures taken.
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I never realized that until I saw Trump and his followers trying to destroy it.
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…than a beautiful day in October.
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Once, many years ago, I had the terrible experience of hopping on a plane for a flight and discovering I had no books, no magazines, nothing to read. How this happened, I don’t know, but it happened. This was in the era before movies were widely available during flights and after the time when stewardesses could offer you magazines along with snacks and sodas.
“This is so sad,” Michael said when glanced over and saw me picking through anything I could find in the seat back pocket.
My father had a similar experience, told me about once rushing to make a long flight and grabbing the first paperback he saw in the airport convenience store. He was forced to read an entire Danielle Steele novel. “My God,” was all he would say about it afterwards, shaking his head.
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…isn’t over yet.
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Daily writing promptWhat are the most important things needed to live a good life?
…too heavy with possible meanings. Does “good” mean happy? Useful? Important? Does “life” mean your span of days, or how you spend those days, or how you are remembered, or what you have loved or hated or what you have changed, what you have made better or worse?
I don’t know. Sometimes that is the only correct answer.
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with my husband.
We’ve reached that uneasy age where, when one of us gets a call from our doctor or pharmacy, the other is likely to ask, a little sharply, “what was that about?” after the call ends.
Aside from that it’s a pleasure and we’re very lucky to have found each other.
Pam Troy 