Technology Is Killin' Me!

Progress! Bah! Humbug! Technology is a burr under my saddle. A thorn in my side. A fly in my ointment. Supposed to make our lives easier, huh? Not this ol' gal's life. 

Today it's been extra irritating. HIPPIE lost the innernets again. No amount of fiddling with HIPPIE's innards could bring it back. My phone still had the innernets. HIPPIE also professed to being connected. Until he didn't. I gave up after 15 minutes. I recalled that in the past, the innernets have come back after a time. Through no efforts of my own. So I went to make a pot of green beans with onion and bacon, for tonight's supper with Shake N Bake pork chops, and Stovetop Stuffing.

I kept thinking about past outages of the innernets. It happens a lot, you know. Through my experiences, it seems like HIPPIE shuts me out for an hour. That's right. After an hour, things magically start working again. No amount of shut-downs and restarts and turning the wifi on and off have any effect. It's like I'm in timeout. Yep. When I tried again after an hour had elapsed, nothing was amiss. Except, of course, I lost an hour that I would have preferred to be typing this complaint.

Don't get me started on my phone. Not just MY phone, but the phone service here in Hillmomba. How in the Not-Heaven could we send multiple men to the moon multiple times 55 years ago, but we can't let Mrs. HM call Farmer H on a cell phone when he's 100 yards away in the BARn???

And those dang debit cards! You may recall that I got mine replaced a few weeks back. The new one works just fine. Now it has the TAP feature, which I am loathe to use, since it requires no PIN to suck money from my account. The Pony uses the TAP. We were shopping in Save A Lot on errand day, with The Pony putting stuff on the conveyor first. Then couldn't find the TAP area on the scanner. After much moving around of The Pony's card, it took the data. My chip worked like a charm.

And how about just typing in what you want over the innernets, and having merch delivered to your home? Well, at least to your mailbox a mile down the gravel road. I ordered three items earlier in the week. Since I have Amazon Prime, I get two-day free delivery. Right? That's what I pay for, right? But I was being a friend of the earth, and agreed to have all my items come in one package. Which made it four days, but that was fine. EXCEPT... they were supposed to be here today, and only TWO of them say they've been delivered, with the other cooling its heels at a facility 30 miles north. So there was really no point in my selfless consolidation of my shipment

The good news is, I looked at my cell phone and saw another big crack. This time near the top, not one of the branching cracks at the bottom that distorts my reading of texts. It's been cracked since a casino trip when Genius was home one Christmas. As I got out of A-Cad on the concrete carport, I leaned to pet Jack and Juno (that's how long ago it was), and my phone fell out of my shirt pocket, landing face down on some gravel. If not for the gravel, it probably would have been fine.

Anyhoo... getting back to the good news, I discovered that it was NOT a new crack in my phone, but just something (probably lemon juice) that had splashed onto my phone while it was charging on the kitchen counter. It rubbed off with some mom-saliva. YAY, me!

But seriously. I am not a fan of technology. Except of course my working innernets and HIPPIE.