Et Tu, Verizon?

Ugh. So the transfer to my new phone did not go as smoothly as Verizon and I had hoped, and they’ve changed their business hours leaving me “phoneless” overnight. Seems texting still works, but various things are sending me notifications that my phone number is no longer recognized by my carrier. Life in the modern age, I guess.

In any case, the phone is wrapped up and is all set up now. I expected it to be a nightmarish ordeal dealing with off-shore support personal reading from some playbook. Surprise, surprise! I was amazed by Verizon’s support! They’re in Georgia – the state, not the country – and they kept with me until it didn’t make sense to do so, but then called me back twice afterward to ensure everything was working OK! Wow! I don’t think I’ve EVER had a support experience like that! And I will keep this in mind whenever a lucrative deal for switching providers come up: they’re worth it! (Not affiliated – I gain nothing from saying this – I was simply amazed!)

My mom’s numbers appear to have improved, and my friend’s mom seems to be improving, praise God!

On that phone: the 12 uses facial recognition. Cool, right? Well, there I was in the grocery store with my shopping list on my phone. And a mask on… So much for not having to type a passcode. Made me miss the thumbprint reader on the 8…

Kim was on my mind today, as usual. A few melancholy moments, but mostly good memories. I was remembering our first winter here, and a MAJOR snow the night before Valentine’s day. I remember the drifts were absolutely huge, and it was right after I had gotten Rocky, a german shepherd mutt from the shelter, for Kim. I went out to shovel, and Kim and Rocky came out to “help.” We ended up in a snowball fight and then just played with the dog in the snow. I don’t recall if we ever cleaned the walk or the drive. I remember us both being laid up with a flu bug a little while later, sleeping the day away. I remember we were both miserable, but, in retrospect, that was likely the best case of the flu I ever endured, having her there with me…

I spent a bit of time working in the kitchen today (Jillian wanted my 7-bean chili for dinner), and there were a few times I swore someone had come up behind me and given me a quick hug. Wishful thinking, I guess. I think I miss those hugs the most.

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