Sunday, June 22, 2025

I WISH I'D THOUGHT OF THAT SOONER

     Isn't it frustrating, when you don't think of what you should have said, or done, until years later?

    About four years ago I was surprised to get a graduation notice from a shirttail relative I had never spoken to. Nonetheless, I got a graduation congratulations card and mailed off a hefty check. Expected to receive a thank-you. Expected in vain.

    The check cleared my bank account.

    I wish now, belatedly, that I had added a note to the congratulations specifically asking what the graduate intended to do, what kind of career was envisioned, what were the future plans. I should have been quite precise, asked the graduate to WRITE ME A NOTE, giving me answers to my questions.

    I wish I'd thought of that sooner.

    

Monday, June 16, 2025

WHOSE INEFFICIENCY?

     There will never be enough algorithms to encompass all of human behavior.

    My doctor, my PA, wants to see me again six months after my latest lab report. She is carefully monitoring the level of prescription for one of my maladies. Her comment was, "We have gone from too much to not enough".

    So, I made the appointment for six months later.

    Constantly, I now receive an email, sent to multiple recipients, saying that a cancellation makes an earlier appointment available, if I act fast. I don't WANT an earlier appointment. Nonetheless, some algorithm keeps sending out these emails automatically.

    I guess there is no need to measure an algorithm's inefficiency, but it certainly increases mine. I assume there might be a way, if I took the time, to figure out how to cease this flow of emails, at a definite increase of MY inefficiency. I keep deleting these emails, but apparently the algorithm isn't smart enough to figure out there must be a reason I keep declining these offers.

Thursday, May 1, 2025

SEVENTY YEARS LATER

     My mother's memoir, written seventy years ago, is finally making it into print. My sister and I have had the manuscript all these years, and are finally having copies made by a print-on-demand print company. Our goal is to have a copy printed for every grandchild, but the project has taken a r_e_a_l_l_y long time.

    My mother wrote of the post-empty-nest period in their lives when they tried to establish a new mode of life, running a bait business in my father's native state of Arkansas. They had chosen the Lake Norfolk area. By way of a little explanation my sister wrote a prologue of the history of the lake. And for an epilogue I wrote of the history of the book, how my mother had chosen the name, Hot the Coffee, Mama, because that had been a cry she frequently heard when my father thought visitors were drawing near. I had also written of how the book would be printed by the espresso book machine at a nearby library. Because of our delays the espresso book machine was no longer available and that section had to be edited.

    My sister's daughter, my niece, prepared the flashdrive, and we recently received three proof copies. She did a great job -- there were very few corrections. We have now ordered a dozen more copies, for the grandchildren and perhaps a few interested parties. Our pleasure is laden with emotion, and deep regret that the manuscript remained unpublished; the bait business did not bring in an adequate income.

    Looking for errors, I read my proof copy word by word. And I was struck by what a defining snapshot Hot the Coffee, Mama is of that period in north central Arkansas when the native dwellers, the Ozark hillbillies, were unknowingly trying to preserve their sometimes contradictory lifestyle beliefs against the invasive ingress of moneyed resort developers.

    

Wednesday, April 30, 2025

WE'RE ON YOUTUBE

     Thanks to Maureen Carroll of Anamcara Press several of us are on a YouTube celebration of Poetry Month. Oh, drat, I forgot to copy the YouTube link. I'll have to retrace and get it.

    I read one, no, actually two of my Friendship Fountain poems, one of which was published in the Summer 2023-24 issue of The Write Bridge, with the theme of Solitude and Solidarity.

    Why did I write a poem about a Friendship Fountain?

    Here it is: The Message


A gesture.

A message.

A fountain.


Dancing waters

blessing the air

with moisture.


Sun-worshipping sunflowers,

stalks of golden wheat,

flying birds atop the waters.


A gift from us

to the freedom-seeking

people of Ukraine.


A gesture, a message

the whole world

will understand.

Friday, April 25, 2025

CUSTOMIZED KEYBOARD

    I have to wonder -- Why are not keyboards color customized?
    Recently, I took matters in my own hands.
    In word-processing programs the user should regularly press the 's' key to 'save' the work. Failure to do so can result the loss of previously keyboarded material. Some people's sense of touch is so highly developed they can perform many activities even if blindfolded. I am not one of them. I need the sense of touch amplified by sight.
    A tiny square of red tape placed on the 's' key has helped immensely. In fact, it was so helpful I added a piece of orange tape on the question mark and a piece of green tape on the apostrophe / quote marks.
    I see a whole new business growing out of this concept: LET US CUSTOMIZE YOUR KEYBOARD FOR YOU.

Friday, April 11, 2025

MAKING US DUMBER

     I do agree: computers are making us dumber.

    Today's mail brought a bill from a communication provider. Two pages. On the upper part of the first page there is a line that reads This month's charges are $10.00 more.

    Down toward the bottom of the page there is another line which reads This month's charges are the same as last month's.

    Soooooo, which is it?

    I made a copy and mailed to the Customer Relations department. I predict I will eventually get a letter explaining how correct they are and how dumb I am for not being able to understand, intuitively.

Wednesday, March 26, 2025

JUST PICK UP THE PHONE

     Why can't I just call someone, a business, on the phone? Why can't they just pick up the phone and say "Hello?"

    I was at church when the phone in the office began to ring. No one else around so I picked it up. Heard nothing. Said "Hello?"

    No response.

    There were about twenty buttons on the front of the phone. Four of them were grouped at the top. None of them said "Talk". I turned to look on the side. There was a PTT, which in other circumstance I recognized  as "Push To Talk", which I did.

    Nothing.

    Next time at the church the office assistant was there, asked him how to answer the phone. Well, of the four buttons on the upper part of the phone, you need to push "phone". I turned the phone on the side, showed him the PTT button. Do you know what PTT means?

    No.

    Why can't you just pick up the phone and have someone answer with "Hello?"