Wednesday, March 16, 2016
The Tech Whiz
I decided to upgrade, so I traded in my flip phone for a smart one.
It was neat. It had a calendar I could use, and did. I liked its calculator and its stopwatch.
Its camera never shot what I wanted it to shoot, and what it shot instead came in sideways, but that didn't surprise me. Cameras and I never got along.
However, I couldn't figure out how to use the phone.
I knew how to answer a call and how to hang up. But I couldn't figure out how to hear what the caller said.
That didn't matter much. The only person who ever called me on my cell was my chum Paco, and I usually knew why he was calling so I could answer what I thought he might have said. We carried on precariously like that.
Then one spring day striding into Caffeine Dreams, I passed a gal talking on her cell phone, and guess what. She held it to her ear.
To hold my phone to my ear had never occurred to me, it seemed so old fashioned. Besides which, I use my landline's speaker phone 100%, so I never put that phone to my ear.
I could hardly wait to call Paco. I whipped my phone out, punched his face, and heard the ring.
"Paco," he said. I barely heard his familiar voice, so I plopped the phone on my ear.
"Say something!" I cried.
I heard his loud question just fine, so I replied, "Oh never mind." And hung up.
My phone's working just fine now. And I have only myself to thank, me, the Tech Whiz.
from: a JoLt of CoFFeY
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by Marilyn June Coffey
JackJack & JuneBug, A love song in steamy poems and poignant posts
Thieves, Rascals & Sore Losers, A cheeky account of Nebraska's power grabbers
Mail-Order Kid, An orphan train rider's story
Great Plains Patchwork, A memoir featured on Atlantic Monthly's cover
The Battle of Orleans, An illustrated documentary about the Marcella Marathon
Marcella, An internationally published novel
Pricksongs, Tart poems from the sixties
A Cretan Cycle, A feminist poem retells the Greek myth of the Minotaur
Mas - tur - ba - tion, A rollicking tract
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Sunday, March 13, 2016
It's true what they say about pelicans, their mouths can hold more than their bellies can.
It must be true; it's on the Internet. So I know that a pelican's stomach can hold no more than a gallon, but its bill can hold up to three gallons.
For other curious pelican matter, some symbolic and others dating to the 1600s, see https://mercuriuspoliticus.wordpress.com/2010/05/16/the-pelicans-beak-holds-more-than-its-belly-can/
Why am I writing about pelicans?
Because it's spring (or almost) and cranes aren't the only birds skimming through the air.
So are pelicans. Migrating. Big ones. Up to 20 pounds with wings spreading up to 10 feet.
Where? Oh, I wish I were there. At the Harlan County Reservoir, south central Nebraska, right next to where I grew up in Alma.
The Harlan County Lake Association is offering free birding boat tours to see the pelicans during the last week of March.
Maybe I'll just up and go.
Details from one of my favorite World-Herald staff writers, David Hendee, click http://www.omaha.com/news/nebraska/white-pelicans-flock-to-harlan-reservoir/article_e60f9f94-2488-56f2-a3cd-5157eaa42474.html