Posts Tagged ‘Mobile phone’

OH I had so many titles in my head today for this blog; It was a day of making do, a day where if it could go wrong, it went wrong…oy what a day!   And why? Well if I ask my sister-in-law, Juanita, she would say,”Mercury is in retrograde” and if I asked my friend Susan, she might say, “It is what it is”.  I say when you don’t have a lot of money,  you have to go  outside your comfort zone to get something done and along the way, if it can go wrong it will.  I’m not a total pessimist and I’m not saying every day is like that BUT today….!!! and I’ll try to be concise.

I woke up with oozing eye and a puffy eyelid as a result of trouble that began last night when I was out and of course did not have my lens case with me so I couldn’t take it out.  I got on the bus with my $1.15 in change because my metro card rang NOT VALID yesterday. YIKES I thought my account must be overdrawn since the card is an EZPay auto refill. I tried making a quick call to the bank – Oh ha, ha, ha, like anyone could ever make a quick call.  I’m sure the woman on the other end was in a foreign country anyway since I couldn’t hear nor understand her.

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English: image edited to hide card’s owner name. author: Arturo Portilla (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m on the bus headed to West 114th Street for a bone density test. Why there? Well, I had no health insurance from 2009 till mid 2012 when I went on Medicare. I had to find a way to get mammograms and some general health care should I need it. Seek in this City and ye shall find!  Hence I’m on my way to St. Luke’s Roosevelt.  And from them, I learned about the Ryan Health Center which is located also way uptown on the West side but is  heaven sent for people who don’t have insurance and need general health care.  The difference is, as you can guess, no frills but good skills and long, long waits.

Just before I left the house I looked at my phone and of course  it was on critical battery. It is always on critical or almost dead.  I’ve just been procrastinating doing something about it because I haven’t found 2 hours of my life I can give over to do battle with Verizon!  So I grabbed my charger and figured I would have time in the waiting room to charge it.  I checked my emails before it died completely and there it was…an email from the broker telling me that his buyer was backing out of the deal we had just accepted the night before and in doing so broke some couple’s heart who really wanted the apartment. Uh huh, this was going to be quite a day!

I had asked Peter to call the MTA to find out what was wrong with my Metro card  while I was gone  and should have known better.   It’s hard enough dealing with any public agency person to person let alone trying to have a 3rd party do it. Of course, there were no outlets in the waiting room and Peter called on the dying cell trying to get info from me for the MTA and of course they called my name at that moment and I had to hang up. Then the woman behind the desk said she didn’t see any Lori on the list and where was my referral? Of course this was the morning I left the referral home.  A supervisor happened by while I was explaining I DID have an appointment and she asked me my name to which I replied, “Lori or maybe it’s under Lorraine”.  Oh yes, there it is ! I guess looking at the list and seeing the same last name but with a shorter-but-also an L name did NOT ring a bell.

In the test room I was asked to remove  the ID bracelet I had on my right arm. This was actually my husband’s high school bracelet with a very old fashioned kind of double lobster claw clasp.  I couldn’t see the clasp (no lens, no glasses) to undo it. The woman couldn’t get it off either.  We were both laughing as I told her he put it on and maybe he would have to take it off  since it seemed locked on like a chastity belt!!

I left the hospital and headed for the clinic thinking I’m in the area and I could be a walk-in to see the ophthalmologist. Along the way, I stopped at a Starbucks to get my caffeine fix.  I ordered my usual Grande Americano with a touch of steamed brevi.  I said a touch! The counter boy charged me 60 cents for the brevi.  I protested I only wanted a splash and that on 85th St they didn’t charge! He said his manager was here and he would get in trouble, of course! I spoke to the manager and Starbucks being the customer-driven company they are, in 2 minutes I had a card for a free drink!

At the Health Center, they told me it would be an hour, so I plugged my phone into the only outlet I could find which was in a hallway and watched it so no one would steal it and waited for someone to come by and ask me just what was I thinking plugging my phone into their wall?  I tried to call Peter to find out about the Metro card and of course, they called my name immediately. I’m in with the preliminary doctor who wants to know what meds I put in my eye last night and the brand of lens I use.   I need to call Peter but my cell is dead so the physician’s assistant says I can use the office phone.  I do and of course, he’s  in the shower.  I insist he get out and get me the info because I have to have it NOW! Then back to waiting room to wait for ophthalmologist and plug in the phone charger again.  Immediately they call my name, of course!

I left the clinic and of course,  now it’s raining. I had only 20 minutes left to use my bus transfer so I race to Columbus Avenue to hop on a bus and when I put the transfer card in, the bus driver says it’s not valid – because I’m back on the same bus line I got on before! Dear God!  OK, I’ll take the cross-town bus at 96th St and then buy another fare to go south on Second Ave.  I see a bus approaching and run across the street and just make it onto the bus, drop my transfer card in the slot and I’m on my way! At Fifth Avenue, I hear a fellow passenger tell some other riders that if they want to continue East on 96th they should get off now because otherwise the bus turns – WHAT?  Of course, I’m not on the real crosstown bus!  I realize right then and there that I’m only a new New Yorker!  I inch my way to the front of the bus and ask the driver where are we going?  Luckily, at 106th St, the bus will go East again.  

On my way down Second Avenue, finally going home I decide to get to Gracie’s Diner and have Peter meet me there for a very late lunch. Uh, of course, I don’t have a cell phone to call him.  I asked the cashier if I could use her phone to call him, hoping he was home and he could just come across the street. Of course, he wasn’t home and he didn’t answer his cell phone either so I left and went home.  I did reach him and we did meet and had the best time eating brisket sandwiches and cole slaw!

So happy to be home…

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                                                            THURSDAY’S TOP TEN

With a birthday approaching, an onslaught of nostalgia is taking over;  now more than ever, memories of childhood toys, songs from my own angst-ridden high school years and thoughts  and memories of things I grew up with.  Household items I saw my mother use and my own childhood experiences that I know my kids never saw or had and now that they are grown up and having kids of their own, these things are lost to yet another  generation and some gone forever, some will be found in antique shops.

  1. Rotary Phones:  telephones with dials, with phone numbers that began with letters like DI for Diamond or WA for Waldorf and sometimes with a party line. Can you imagine picking up the phone to make a call and hearing other people already talking and it isn’t your sister on an extension (there were none) in another room.  It’s a whole other household and each “party” had their own special ring.  It was rude to keep picking up the phone to see if they were still talking and it was definitely rude to listen in on a conversation.  Life is so much easier now, all you have to do is be near some idiot on their cell phone and you can catch the entire conversation.
  2. Transistor RadiosI remember the birthday that my father gave me my own transistor radio; it was green and in a leather carrying case.  Loved it! Of course I couldn’t download 400 of my favorite songs and it didn’t cost anywhere near as much money.
  3. Darning Egg: I watched my grandmothers darn and I’m not sure if I ever saw my mother darn a sock but one thing I’m sure about is my kids never saw me darn a sock and although I had a darning egg (don’t remember how I acquired one or why), I doubt they ever saw it.  Why darn socks?  The world was not so disposable then and my grandmothers had lived through the depression and they knew the value of saving a pair of socks for a couple of more months.       
  4. Hot Water Bottle: I think most of them were made of dark red rubber with a stopper and like a few other “vintage” cures it was used for a lot of ailments.  A stomach ache, a headache, cramps…you name it, Mom would give you a hot water bottle and tuck you into bed.  Sometimes, your grandmother might even knit, crochet or sew a cover for the bottle and then it didn’t have to get wrapped in a towel.
  5. Wringer Washers:  These were on their way out when I was growing up in the 50’s but there was one in our basement for a long time.  Wow, imagine doing a load of clothes and diapers in this tank like washer and then instead of the machine spinning out the water, you fed the clothing between two roller and cranked it and squeezed the water out. Wash day probably was a half day’s work then.
  6. Milkman: Life had its conveniences even then and having the milk delivered to your doorstep was one of them.  Every back doorstep had a milk box on it.  You would write down your order for the next delivery if you wanted something extra like heavy cream or buttermilk.  Real glass bottles with round paper caps;  AND in the winter when the temperature really dropped the cream literally rose to the top and pushed up and out of the bottle like a frozen milk pop.  Sometimes I got to lick that frozen creamy popsicle.
  7. Tooth PowderStrange but true and not exactly popular by the time I was old enough to understand what it was.  Now I collect some of the old tins when I find them; but then, well who wanted to use yukky powder on their teeth when the latest thing was “STRIPE” toothpaste. So cool!
  8. Pressure Cooker: These were scary things.  Never knew what Mom was cooking in it but it whistled, steam escaped and above all, we all heard stories about the pressure cooker lid blowing off.  From what I understand, a pressure cooker was not for the inexperienced cook, but it cooked food quickly.
  9. Electric Frying Pan: I received one as a wedding present in 1968 and used it for many years.  I don’t know if they still sell them but I might look into getting one because they were great!   Large with high sides and a temperature dial and a lid with a movable vent and best of all you could cook on a counter or tabletop which is a grand idea when all four burners are in use.  I wonder why I stopped using it, I wonder where it went – maybe with the “ex”?
  10. Telephone Dialer:  Going back to the Rotary Phone – ladies didn’t want to break a nail or chip their polish so they used a “dialer”.  Often given away as an advertising premium, these dandy little helpers enabled you to quickly dial a number and leave manicure intact.  Dialers were around a long time;  there are antique dialers, Tiffany dialers as well as the plastic give-aways and lots of secretaries had a combination pen or mechanical pencil with a silver ball at the end to be used as a dialer. Interesting!
vintage pressure cooker,

Vintage Pressure Cooker

red rubber hot water bottle

Classic Hot Water Bottle

Kolynos tooth powder

Kolynos Tooth Powder

old fashioned wringer washer, vintage washing machine

Wash Day

1960's transistor radio with leather case

Transistor Radio


A Black Wooden Darning Egg

electric frying pan

Electric Frying Pan

rotary telephone, red phone, desk set phone

Red Rotary Telephone

milk delivery, home milk delivery, milk box

Milkman Delivery to Your Door

plastic dialer, advertising premium

Hertz Advertising Premium

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Miller Lite Beer

There’s a bonus in this week’s Top 10 – actually 24 to be exact!  These are very funny, I enjoyed them and wanted to share with you.  As often is the case, some of my best and funniest posts either come from or are inspired by my friend, Gail.

Adult Truths

1. I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.

3. I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.

4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.

5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

6. Was learning cursive really necessary?

7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on # 5. I’m pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

9. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.

10. Bad decisions make good stories.

11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know you just aren’t going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.

12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after BluRay? I don’t want to have to restart my collection…again.

13. I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.

14. I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

15. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

16. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.

17. I wish Google Maps had an “Avoid Ghetto” routing option.

18. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

19. How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear or understand a word they said?

20. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in the front. Stay strong, brothers & sisters!

21. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.

22. Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

23. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey — but I’d bet everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time.

24. The first testicular guard, the “Cup,” was used in Hockey in 1874 and the first helmet was used in 1974. That means it only took 100 years for men to realize that their brain is also important.

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For some reason I thought you  were supposed to be able to catch up on your sleep over the weekends.  What a concept! Last weekend which was chronicled here as you know brought us to the ER at 11:30pm with our friend Heide and we didn’t get home till 2am!  And our friend, Joe, was in the ER that day too but at least he was there during the day and our friends, Susan and Jim were in vigilance then.

This weekend just as I was winding down on my computer and had finished  copying (yet) more recipes, both of our cats, Nick and Nora were in front of the screen door to the front porch.  Nick was crouched and Nora had her back up – Peter said he saw something moving on the porch.  The wind was pretty strong as a storm was coming in and several times I thought I saw something moving outside on the porch but it was just the flag waving in the wind.

It was not the wind but rather a big black dog who was wagging her tail and crying to come in! What the heck?? A dog on our porch and it was almost midnight!! We turned on the lights and there she was, jet black, tail wagging furiously and crying as only a dog who wants to come in does.  She looked like a Black Labrador Retriever with maybe a little Pit Bull but maybe not. Nora hissed as she knew any self-respecting cat would when a dog arrives on your doorstep.  Nicky leaned into the screen, nose against it and watched with the utmost curiosity-he’s definitely friendlier and more tolerant than Nora.

Well now what to do? Peter is beside himself because the dog doesn’t have a collar on and we wondered why someone was not looking for this pooch.  We stood on the sidewalk and looked up and down the street, straining our ears to hear someone calling out for a dog.  Nothing….No one….  We were not about to leave him on the porch – for one thing she was whimpering and crying to get into the house and incessantly wagging her tail.

Finally we decided to call Jim and Susan because like who else do you call in Ocean Grove when there’s an emergency? I called the cell-no answer so I called the house phone and got Susan.  True to her giving and caring nature, she said,”I’ll put my jeans on and come over” .  They arrived shortly thereafter with several collars and a leash. I said, “why don’t we just take the dog straight to the emergency room”?  LOL

We waited around hoping someone would cruise by looking for the dog.  Susan tried calling Cindy who runs the Dawg Joint but it was midnight and no answer.  Susan then thought to call the police.  The Neptune police said no one had called in a lost dog but they would come and pick it up if we wanted them to.  That was an idea however, they would keep the dog overnight and by 8am the next morning the Humane Society would get the dog.  This sounded way too tenuous for us because what would happen to the dog after a few days at the Humane Society…we didn’t want to think about the consequences.  So Susan left her cell phone number and gave the police a description of the dog.  And then she called the Bradley Beach police to give them the information and her cell.  Not more than 5 minutes went by when her phone rang.  It was the Neptune police department who had a woman on the line who was reporting a lost dog.  She reconfirmed the description and hooray, the dog’s owner was coming to get her.

In less than 5 minutes a car pulled up with a very anxious and teary “mommy”.  As soon as the dog saw “mommy” there was no more crying or whimpering- just tail-wagging.  Once owner and dog were reunited we learned our visitor’s name was Haley and she had been missing for over 2 hours!  They had cruised our street and were scouring the surrounding side streets in hopes of spotting her – not so easy to see a black dog in the middle of the night.

Haley went home with her owners and it turns out they live down the street from us so we’ll surely see Haley again on one of her walks.  All’s well that ends well or so they say.  As for the four of us, it seems like the beginning of another sleepless weekend – it was now 1am!!

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