My lunch the other day is much
like the one for today. Maybe a
different cheese, but bologna is
still my standard lunch fare, if
you must know. I had made the
tea thinking it would stave off
hunger so I could eat later. I was
hoping to lunch later because I
didn’t want to eat before my
MRI of the brain at five. The
neck was added but they told me
they needed clarification from the
doctor’s office as the work order
was not clear as written. So, I
will have to come back next week.
Anyway, I decided to eat lunch
after I had made the tea. Hence,
my cover on the tea. If you think
my placeholder on the book is iron,
you are correct. It is a piece of iron
rod for concrete. Great paperweight.
It is impossible to eat lunch, drink
tea, and hold a book down at the
same time. (Possible, but annoying.)
(The photo is not an art form; it is
a blog aid, to help explain lunch.)
And yes, I did have radishes today;
added a few green olives. Swiss, no
provolone. Few variations. It could
have been coffee instead of tea, but
our Friday Wally coffee was so good
for breakfast we finished it. “Hi, your
car will be ready in about a half hour.”
The call we were waiting for. We made
another stop on our way to get the car.
We had to make sure her new Square
was working with her old phone and
her WiFi at her other work. Worked
fine. Pulled into the car repair. (Rush
hour traffic starts early on Friday’s.)
Now, why did I tell you all that? So you
know we took our time getting there.
“Where’s the car? I don’t see it.”
I didn’t see it either. I spotted a white
car, hood up, on a lift in the first bay.
Not ready it would seem. She elected
to stay in the car. I walked in. I listened.
For a number of good reasons, it would
be about another hour or so. I said no
problem; be right back. I walked back
outside to let her know. She left in my
car; I went back in to wait it out. Not
sure why but I keep on going back to
Trello. I can’t afford to subscribe. But
something inside is telling me to give
it another try. A voice really. I was
dreaming about Trello as I awakened
this morning. Boards were popping
in my head. My military mind said,
“This is not a drill.” I had six boards
made in under an hour this morning.
I cannot afford the bells and whistles.
I have to be creative in my design.
So, there I sat waiting for the car. No
book, no paper, only my phone. It
was Trello time. So, in between chats
(face-to-face, real talking with real
people) with the staff, I came up with
workarounds so I don’t need to use
“Power-Ups” to get my work done.
One power-up per board is okay; over
that, you have to subscribe. I can’t now.
Maybe someday if Trello works out for
me. Download your data? No-pay means
JSON; pay means CSV. Not too cool. Do
I really want to do this? I mean, store
all my data, tools, projects, references,
and you name it and have to pay to get
the data out again? Am I nuts? What
seemed like a great idea this morning
has turned into a “test” period. Some
days, I want to trash it all and return
to “manual’ methods, e.g., by-hand, Day
Timer, or a Moleskine bullet list in pencil.
The world has us in a strangle hold! We
are all the walking dead, walking around
with electronic nooses around our necks.
Did I waste another two hours of my life
today? Time will tell. Thank God, there
is no time in eternity, electronic or
otherwise. Go back to “The Source.”