I was sitting in the bar the other day, exactly one day after the full moon was way up high in the sky, and I had a few left over yuebings, so I decided reluctantly to offer a couple to a few friends. Me? I think that aside from the well-coveted egg variety, they are fantastic with a cup of coffee in the morning when you wake up with the sunrise. And to my surprise, they actually enjoyed them, as did their dog. Alright, their dog had to be tricked into eating a bite of one by hiding it in his treat, but when happiness is what you need so bad, sometimes a bit of foolery is needed. I walked home in this heat. Wasn’t it late September, and it was still that hot? I move like hell, so I guess a little perspiration is expected. When I got home, I just had to play with my “new” phone. That morning I had just upgraded to iOS 7, and was still very unfamiliar with the thing to say the least. Everybody I know seems to know me well, but not in this regard. I might be a Luddite, but I am still able to hit a few buttons on my phone. For some odd reason, I felt that my phone had some new sort of powers—like it had more energy, or at least an easier version of Candy Crush which though I doubt it, enabled me to pass one of those hellacious levels that I had been stuck for a week on. Level 165 really sucked. Talk about taking our time on that one. Those game masters should be shot because I then proceeded to pass two more levels with only two attempts at each. Maybe it was the moon, or maybe it was the vitamin packed yuebing that made me more astute. We really shouldn’t go there though because if you know me by now, you know that raising my intellect really isn’t that difficult considering where it starts.
So back to this iOS 7 thing. It wasn’t me who had a hard time getting used to it, but instead, it was my daughter, who had to take my hand through the process. It only goes to show that they can’t appease everybody. She kept asking me to turn it back. Oh what fun it all would be if we could just get the old version of Pou back onto my phone, but that didn’t stop us from playing with the thing until the batteries which I thought would be everlasting, finally ran out. Then I turned on the internet radio and “fallow” sleep as a friend used to write to me, and when I woke up in the morning I couldn’t get this song out of my head, yet for some odd reason I can’t remember what song it is. Do do do a bop bop a do oh. My my my my my my yeah.
By Tim Hoerle