Eventually

I will come back to this, but just haven't gotten around to it yet.

Posting and commenting via the iPhone is a bit more difficult than I had initially thought. Also, though I'm mega-competent with e-mailing, I still haven't figured out how to answer the phone without disconnecting the caller or how to retrieve voice mails. Eventually . . . .

Today, after a horrible night's sleep, I'm just too friggin tired. . . .

This Is Not A Post

but it is an announcement:

Ta Da !!!

I am still figuring out how to use my new iPhone

(it sucks when you have a phone that is smarter than you are)

and have just managed

to put an icon on my home page

(if that is even the correct term)

that takes me immediately to my blog

and therefore also to the blogs of my on-line friends

I can keep in touch when I am on the go. It seems that I am always on the go.

Sometimes things stall, like in the bank yesterday when I was trying to change the titling on two accounts and ended up having to close them and open up two different accounts with an assortment of annoying paperwork that needed to be completed and notarized. The brand-spankin-new bank clerk, who had never done such a thing, needed to be taught step by painful step by another bank clerk who wasn't all that sure of the process herself. Her explanations, as she went from instruction manual to instructing, were hyper-detailed. I have little tolerance for putting my life on hold and waiting for other people to jump through hoops. I could feel my stress level amp up. And then I remembered my new toy. My iPhone became my mood stabilizer, my pacifier, my electronic Valium.

Yesterday I could only text and watch lame videos on u-tube. Today I have Pandora (Internet Radio), KDFC (a classical music station), my blog and Facebook. It's taken my all morning to access and apply these apps. Your average teenager to do it in ten minutes. (I really need to organize my passwords better.) Still, I feel a sense of accomplishment.

Most importantly, I think I will now be able to at least keep up with the blogs of my on-line friends when I'm on the go. It seems lately that I'm almost always on the go. I keep waiting for the arrival of that time when I'm all caught up and able to nest and play with my glass and read shelves of accumulated books. It has seemed like that time will arrive soon, but soon keeps distancing itself from me like something seen on the horizon and, no matter how fast or how long you have been traveling, you never seem to get there.

Now, at least, I have my new toy. Soon I'll be gallivanting around to check out what my on-line friends are writing about. I'll look forward to waiting while processes work themselves out.