My talking watch
It works I now have a talking wrist. Watch. I pushed the button and it tells me what time it is. More practical than waiting for a time check on the radio. This all came about because I attended a supper this evening. An evening of recognition from the community group that I used to belong to. They haven’t forgotten me. And so even though I could not see faces or wander around and drop into other people’s conversations I still felt like Still a change from my routine. I forget that by staying home everyday I am falling beside the road. Now that I can tell what time it is I have fewer excuses for saying that cannot join with others. A communion of minds if you will. And if someone says please try to be on time I will try. No promises offered yet. I did end up talking to someone about the roof. In a general sense. My shingles will not last forever. They may already have used up more than half of their life span and so I should start planning for the next step. Like will it be ten or will it be ten. The choices are actually pretty simple. If I put up shingles they will need to be replaced in a few years but if I put up metal I have a chance of something that might outlast me. The mathematics is simple. Go for that which will last the longest time. My dreams of putting up solar panels have been dealt a serious blow by the need of our government to move people to electric cars. The batteries that would have been available for my roof have been sidetracked to let someone travel down the road. I will have to start looking for my own Plan B. Happily putting up a metal roof is something that certain contractors do as a matter of course. I just have to find the right ones and then align that with my budget. Like I said, simple.
