My identity crisis
I’ve watched additional product reviews for screen protectors, and my tendency to have trust issues is flaring up. Too much nice. In fact, the number of positive reviews for one product is over the top. I’ve been seeking negative content, and I’m starting to come across some. It seems that the firm in question has provided a surprising number of samples to those who like free as a price point. Something like “I’ll say whatever your shill staff suggests”. Come on, if the product was that good, you would not need to advertise; because the big guys would include your pixie dust in their packages.
And yes, I’ve found some content that points this out. The market is still open (for me).
Off to our local hospital, this morning, to provide a requested blood sample. It took longer to find the facility than it did to get tapped. I really want to know why (a number of) our local hospitals ignore the concept of straight lines. Getting through their labyrinth is challenging, given the angled halls and the confusion of equipment. I know, it slows down any patient trying to make a run for it. And rules out wheelchair races on quiet afternoons.
We have noticed that our dog biscuits are being buried all over the place. Not by the dog. Come summer, I wonder what will grow? Are dog biscuit trees a thing, like dogwood?
My conversational skills, in a number of languages, include a couple of standard phrases: “How are you?” and “Who are you?”. With the tendency to mask up, along with not visiting often due to the pandemic, I’m finding that I live among strangers. Today, while parked to load birdseed, someone stopped by the car windows. And, of course, I was clueless about his identity. My uncle. I hope he didn’t find me too distant. Maybe I should practice asking (in a friendly voice, that most Island of questions: Who’s yer father?Perhaps the word “crisis” is too strong. I mean, other people know who I am, or they wouldn’t stop by to say hello. Maybe I can get a sticker for the wind, with “Who’s my father? Of course, that sets off another set of difficulties; I know who I am, back several generations. If you don’t know, hang in there, and I’ll bore you to tears. It’s my super power.
