Back in the drawer
Turned down an invitation to go on a field trip this evening, in the woods. Not sure why, but there’s a niggling memory of a book that I haven’t read, in the CanLit section of the local library, called “I Heard The Owl Call My Name”. I’m unwilling to take the chance of a) hearing my name called, and b) running off in terror, and c) colliding with a large tree in the dark. Life is too short to take unnecessary risks.
Instead, I’m trying to remember how to empty the photo directory on my retired smartphone. Yes, it left active service about the same time that I did. I realized that the confounded contraption probably needs a good dusting off and spring cleaning. Of course, that simple procedure escapes me; I’ve been turning in proverbial circles for an hour now.
The USB cable is loose. The “trash” is full. The camera folder (full of old moments) mocks me. Back in the drawer for you, oh great Smartie. If ever (and I mean, ever) I again require the tethered experience of a battery operated gadget, I’ll Google how to wipe the thing, and start afresh.
What else of note? Well, there was no need to go anywhere today, so I didn’t spend any money or insult any strangers. That should allow me to put a checkmark on the calendar. We’re still eating leftovers, so I won’t have to cook supper (I think). Maybe this can be an early to bed evening. And let tomorrow bring new thrills. Yes, I’m retired and living life easy.
