Despite my discomfort with crowds, I loved going to the mall at Christmas, seeing all the lights and decorations and children sitting on Santa’s lap. Then it started going downhill, all the anchor stores closed or moved out to the new multi-building spread-out shopping center. The mall was torn down, and a hotel and casino, which I have yet to visit, stands in its place.
There is a Big River distribution center 15 minutes from my house. I don’t order anything particularly unusual, but it normally takes at least two days to get my delivery. Very rarely, something will come next day. And I’ve noticed that there are several delivery vans coming to the street during the day, instead of consolidating orders.
Computers are a curse. I bought a new laptop in March after finding that my old Windows 7 one, c. 2012, was not compatible with fiber optic internet. Now the new one will not turn on, whether plugged in or fully charged. Haven’t even used it that much because I became used to doing everything on the phone when the old laptop became useless. Can’t decide whether to have the new one repaired or see if the old one can be upgraded to Windows 11. I can use the old one at Partner’s place because he has DSL, the only provider available in his location, but some applications no longer run correctly in, or even allow, Windows 7. Something to ponder after the holidays.
My kitties waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge: Katie Kat (aka Mary Katherine when she acted too haughty; Tuffy, an inherited kitty already named, and I liked the name because my first grade readers were Ted and Sally and Boots (dog) and Tuffy; Tigger, a big orange tabby; Blackie, who later became Blackie Jane when I was able to determine her gender; Mama Kitty, Blackie Jane’s mother; GinGin, runt of his litter and Blackie Jane’s half- brother,who became a humongous boy (these three were all black with small white lockets); Peekaboo, the little tortie OZ lookalikeI picked up “hitchhiking” on the side of the highway; Turbo Diesel, white with gray and black tabby markings; Rosie, white with a couple of very small pale gray smudges; Shadow, a void adopted after her original pawrent when she was over 18 years old; and Cindy Lou Who, a gray and black tabby also adopted after losing her human. Many different personalities, from sweet to spicy, and I miss them all. Of all of these, only Katie, Turbo, Shadow and Cindy were intentional adoptions. The rest somehow found their way to me after being abandoned. The three currently living with me—Tucker, Ozzy and Inky were all also foundlings.
The current ones—Tucker (tuxedo) Lovesponge, because he soaks up love, Ozzy Tiberius, after the Prince of Darkness and Captain Kirk, and his twin brother Inky Elvis—black as ink, and just because I always wanted to name something Elvis (and he pre-dates the comic by a few years).
Dark Shadows, Ryan’s Hope, All My Children. one Life to Live, General Hospital. It all started with DS, then watching GH because it came on right before DS, then OLTL because it came on right before GH, then AMC started when I was in college, and then RH began when I was in summer school one year. It all stopped when I had to go to work.
Despite my discomfort with crowds, I loved going to the mall at Christmas, seeing all the lights and decorations and children sitting on Santa’s lap. Then it started going downhill, all the anchor stores closed or moved out to the new multi-building spread-out shopping center. The mall was torn down, and a hotel and casino, which I have yet to visit, stands in its place.