This
afternoon finds our erstwhile hero (and our quietly supportive heroine) happily
at home in their little bit of the Appalachian range.
The morning
began, wetly around 0200 -0300 as a series of sudden small, and rapidly dying thunderstorms
butted against the higher ridges and then dumped their water content as the
cells encountered cooler air. The times
are approximate, because the hero was too happily dozing next to the heroine to
fully wake up and look at the clock.
She, mean while, slept happily ( we assume) through the series of dying
storms.
While Gloria
is eagerly crafting a new bit of jewelry, hoping the bauble will attract a
buyer, our hero is busily catching up on correspondence with old friends and
trying to convince his self that it really is Friday, not Saturday. This time-space dislocation is due, in part
to the multiple wake ups initiated by rain hammering down on a metal roof in
the wee, dark hours. It may also be due
to the nasal congestion caused by the local pollens and molds that call the
forest home. However, the major source of temporal confusion is most likely the
brief, encounter with a phone that may well be smarter than our hero.
The practice
of not providing operators guides for electronic devices is a foul and
loathsome habit. The answers to users’
questions may most likely be found by searching for web pages that purport to
answer questions about hardware and software but which generally make no effort
to help beyond directing the poor, befuddled owner of new hardware to a users’
forum where high school graduates and foreign nationals compete to proffer
solutions that do nothing except generate more calls to a customer service desk
that is staffed around the clock by three men named Christopher, from Mumbai. Christopher, in all their technical trinity’s
competence are compensated by the manufacturer and service provider according
to the number of service calls they generate for callers demanding to speak to
someone who is able to speak English. At
this point in the game, the maddened user is referred to a small, set of
pictographs and icons that may be of some use if the new owner can decipher
them. They are printed in a miniscule
font that cannot be viewed by anyone over 45.
It is a
devilish little financial and emotional game, which allows those citizens of
India to take massive and devastating revenge upon the species, which once claimed
India as a colony, and all other native English speakers.
We’ll leave
our hero and heroine here for the nonce.
We suspect that they will enjoy the evening over a quiet dinner and cherished
companionship. Tune in tomorrow for
another exciting episode of “Mr. Ranger won’t like that!”
Shabbat Shalom!
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