Before I moved here, I had an Art Shed. I built it with money I inherited from my Aunt Martha. It was a small — 8′ x 8′ foot — blissful little sanctuary. It was only 10 feet or so from my house, not a continent away, but it felt like it.
In other news — Li Bai — whom I’d given up for dead — is sending out leaves. I am happy about that because he and Tu Fu were always good friends and I hated the thought that Tu Fu might be wandering in the garden of Scarlet Emperor Beans on his own.
Yesterday was a stupid annoying frustrating futile day and I’m about to believe in astrology. Mercury IS retrograde. This is exactly the kind of stuff that is supposed to happen under these astrological conditions.
I’ve been exiled from Twitter which is probably for the best but why? Because my new cell phone wouldn’t connect to the phone network so I couldn’t start the countdown to my reinstatement. I don’t think I care. I don’t think Twitter is a very healthy place for me, so no big deal.
But still, a phone should work as a phone so…
After two hours on chat with my cellphone company yesterday attempting to teach the phone to find the tower (which is 1 mile away) we decided that it could very well be that the phone wasn’t OK. Stupid me, I tore up the old SIM card for the old phone when my new phone was activated and working — which lasted for 4 days. They’re sending me a new phone. This has made me think about phones. Back in the day we had a phone at home. That was it. It wasn’t so bad. I started to look at land lines…
But the land line option is probably just a “thought” born of irritation. It’s another $30/month and while the nostalgia factor of an answering machine has some appeal, I dunno… Seems silly. I resisted getting a smart phone, but 7 years ago, when I got my first one, I decided I like them.