Exhausted by technology (again)

I can’t be the only one who is exhausted by technology. I helped a friend learn how to purchase books and read them on her tablet yesterday. It was an awful experience, though ultimately successful. A few weeks ago, I decided to buy a new phone. It was sent by the vendor to some guy in BC. I wrote to the vendor to correct it, but he never wrote back, so I called my credit card company and disputed the charge. Then, a week later, the phone came (still nothing from the vendor), and I refused delivery, because I had already ordered yet another phone.

I am not going to talk phone plans, because they totally suck here.

I decided to pay some attention to my website and blog, which have been inactive for 2 years or so. Did I remember how to do the basics? No. The coding was easy and I had the passwords etc, but sheesh.

Not sure where I am going with all of this, but I am pretty sure that I’ll have a better life if I use some of that tech learning time and convert it to walking or riding my bike time.

Sheesh.

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just let me eat my lunch

The other day┬áI brought my lunch to a friend’s workplace so we could eat together. She works in a place with a lunchroom. Their dish for the day was “breakfast for dinner”: eggs, sausage and toast. My lunch was a salad with leftover veggies from earlier meals: asparagus, red pepper, zucchini, green beans, artichoke hearts, cabbage, and power greens. It was dressed with a homemade tofu based dressing that is amazingly yummy.

Oh the comments. Salads like that are too hard to make; I need meat; what, you don’t eat eggs, people need protein; everyone in my family is overweight, it’s in our genes. It went on and on.

I do not proselytize or promote the way I eat, though I will answer questions, when asked about it, and I am happy to talk about how much healthier I have become (again, when asked). Folks get so defensive though, as if the fact that I don’t eat animal products is somehow threatening to them.

I live with a guy named BaconBoy. He doesn’t eat the way I do and probably never will. It’s fine. It’s his choice and since I ate that way too for six decades, who am I to judge? I would though like to just eat my amazing salads in peace.