Day Out and Outage Days
Feb. 16th, 2023 01:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphMonday I got the banking done and picked up an order from the grocers, and despite sore feet and tedious activities was feeling pretty good, though I did discover some errors in my order. My mouse sometimes lies, and I don't always catch its errors so I ended up with multiples of a few items I don't really need multiples of, but there was also one doubled item the mouse hadn't ordered, but was added by the store itself. I was also displeased that a substitution of a six pack of beer at $11.99 was made for a 12 pack of a different style of the same brand priced at $12.97, which struck me as underhanded. There also appeared to be a discrepancy in the prices from the order page and the email it generated and the final amount I'd been charged. Also my bag of four avocadoes had only three avocadoes in it, and no hole in it through which one might have escaped, so it was packed that way. I was checking the email when my Idernet went away. That was when the adventure began.
I intended to call the store's service center to make my various and sundry complaints, bur first tried to fix the Indernet problem, to no avail. But I was hungry and tired, so I fixed some dinner and then took a nap. My Idernet service had gone out for a few hours once before, and I though perhaps it would fix itself this time, but each time I woke from the nap it was still missing. I kept going back to sleep, and the morning came and then Tuesday afternoon, and evening, and still no Idernet, so I decided to call my niece to see if she could make any suggestions, and then I discovered that the phone was out as well. No cellular network available, it kept telling me.
It was too late by then to pester any of the neighbors, so I waited until Wednesday morning, when I finally caught one of then driving in with her groceries. She and I fiddled with the phone for a bit more, and she made a call to T-Mobile to see if their system was down, and then their help line, which turned out not to be helpful, and finally she called my niece. It was my nephew who finally turned up though. an he suggested that I simply reboot the phone, which I did, and guess what? That was indeed the problem. So then I felt incredibly stupid for not having thought to try that myself. Technology, it turns out, is in fact a giant conspiracy to make me feel as dumb as a rock. At least that's what I'm telling myself to make myself feel better about actually being as dumb as a rock.
Anyway, all that crap went down, and I still haven't gotten around to calling the store with my complaints, but I found that I got a lot of sleep without the Idernet around, and I also did some reading on paper, which was nice, though I wish I'd been reading a book with larger type. My eyesight is getting worse along with everything else. And Wednesday evening I made a halfway decent dinner of Spanish rice and asparagus, though I forgot to put olives in the rice. It was a large batch, and there are two more servings, so I'm leaving a can of olives in plain sight so I'll remember them when I reheat.
It's odd that all this stuff that once would have left me pissed off but energetic now just leaves me rather sad. Things change a lot when you get old, often in unexpected ways. I'm glad my Idernet is back anyway, so I can listen to music. That's what I like to do most when I'm sad. A journal post reminded me of Marvin Gaye, and I remembered this song from 1962 (with Martha and the Vandellas, not yet well known, singing backup.) I dropped a lot of nickels and dimes into juke boxes across Los Angeles to play this delightfully exuberant track in the early 1960s. It has held up well, even if I haven't.
I intended to call the store's service center to make my various and sundry complaints, bur first tried to fix the Indernet problem, to no avail. But I was hungry and tired, so I fixed some dinner and then took a nap. My Idernet service had gone out for a few hours once before, and I though perhaps it would fix itself this time, but each time I woke from the nap it was still missing. I kept going back to sleep, and the morning came and then Tuesday afternoon, and evening, and still no Idernet, so I decided to call my niece to see if she could make any suggestions, and then I discovered that the phone was out as well. No cellular network available, it kept telling me.
It was too late by then to pester any of the neighbors, so I waited until Wednesday morning, when I finally caught one of then driving in with her groceries. She and I fiddled with the phone for a bit more, and she made a call to T-Mobile to see if their system was down, and then their help line, which turned out not to be helpful, and finally she called my niece. It was my nephew who finally turned up though. an he suggested that I simply reboot the phone, which I did, and guess what? That was indeed the problem. So then I felt incredibly stupid for not having thought to try that myself. Technology, it turns out, is in fact a giant conspiracy to make me feel as dumb as a rock. At least that's what I'm telling myself to make myself feel better about actually being as dumb as a rock.
Anyway, all that crap went down, and I still haven't gotten around to calling the store with my complaints, but I found that I got a lot of sleep without the Idernet around, and I also did some reading on paper, which was nice, though I wish I'd been reading a book with larger type. My eyesight is getting worse along with everything else. And Wednesday evening I made a halfway decent dinner of Spanish rice and asparagus, though I forgot to put olives in the rice. It was a large batch, and there are two more servings, so I'm leaving a can of olives in plain sight so I'll remember them when I reheat.
It's odd that all this stuff that once would have left me pissed off but energetic now just leaves me rather sad. Things change a lot when you get old, often in unexpected ways. I'm glad my Idernet is back anyway, so I can listen to music. That's what I like to do most when I'm sad. A journal post reminded me of Marvin Gaye, and I remembered this song from 1962 (with Martha and the Vandellas, not yet well known, singing backup.) I dropped a lot of nickels and dimes into juke boxes across Los Angeles to play this delightfully exuberant track in the early 1960s. It has held up well, even if I haven't.
