The illusion of invisibility
In my field, apples don’t play well with others. The most recent case involves a new iPhone user, who believed that giving iCloud access to her Outlook profile was a good idea. Yes, it works, but you can’t go home again. Her corporate calendar now takes second place to the apple-flavoured version, and although she can turn it off, it comes right back. That’s not my idea of choice.
For years, I’ve lived under the illusion that I am invisible and anonymous. After all, if I don’t know the people I see on the street, they can’t know me. Error. When I went for coffee this morning, the owner asked if I had been in downtown Montreal last weekend. So much for passing through the world, unseen. It’s not a big deal, but my set of disguises will have to be enhanced.
We’re into rising water season in North America. Watching a ferry navigate down the main street of an Illinois town is awesome – as long as you don’t live there. Locally, the ice is gone which lessens risks, but central Ontario is declaring highest water levels in almost a century (see Muskoka and environs). Manitoba is watching and prepping the sandbag squads (wherein high school students will get phys.ed credits for their shovel skills). I’m so glad that I live on higher ground.
Went down to drop off a box at the home of son #1. The dog was disappointed that I wasn’t there to provide taxi service. Ditto for our dog, who clearly expected the blonde bombshell to climb down from our magic carpet.
