One more about the holiday luncheon, better pics coming & feeling at peace with things

A couple days ago a friend sent me this photo from last week’s Holiday Luncheon at the Greenstone Church and asked if I was singing here (yes).  Anyway, two things came to mind:

1. That woman across the table from me in orange is another friend from the senior center, Cussin’ Connie.
2. Whoever took this photo has a camera that’s much better than mine.

Before the caroling began, I asked Connie if I could take her picture for my blog.  She said “You better get that #$%^@ thing out of my face if you know what’s good for you.”  

Mary (or Debbie, I can’t remember which) said “Connie you better watch your mouth, we’re in a church!  Why won’t you let Doug take your picture?  Are you on the FBI’s Most Wanted List?”   Connie said “I soon WILL be, if you don’t shut the $%^@ up.”  Then she looked at me and winked—she’s a rascal.  She’s also 91 and inspires me to think young.

Anyhoo, seeing this picture really motivated me to upgrade my own phone, a 2021 Moto-g with a lousy 13 megapixel camera. 

I just got this 2024 Moto-g Power with a 50 Megapixel camera.  It’s 3/4” inch larger in screen size, but light as a feather compared to my old one. 

 

I actually picked this out last December, and put it in my Amazon shopping cart.  It was $299.99.  Then I got sick and held off buying a new phone.

So when I went on Amazon a couple nights ago, this phone was still in my cart but marked down to $199.99.  A nice discount, but was it worth being in pain for a year to save $100?  Nope.

Speaking of that long covid but on the road to recovery, I’ve gained back 6 pounds of the 52 lbs I lost this year, just in the last 2 weeks.  How did this happen?  I still weigh 46 pounds less than last December, and I intend to KEEP it off. 

(But the sooner the holidays are over, the better; I have a box of Christmas cookies in my freezer I still plan on gobbling up.)

Yesterday morning while sitting on my couch and transferring everything from my old phone to my new one, I could hear my neighbor Donna’s television coming thru the wall loud and clear.  It’s usually Gregorian chants (I think she watches a Monastery Channel 24-7) but this time it was the news. I knocked on her door and asked her to please turn it down a little, my apartment is a news-free zone.

She laughed and said wouldn’t it be nice if we could really do that, tune out the news completely.  I smiled and nodded my head, but I wasn’t kidding.  (Sorry, I still can’t accept the fact that Trump… nevermind.) 

So last night I asked my friend Diana if someone important dies or something big happens in the world, would she please let me know about it.  She doesn’t watch the news either, but sees headlines on Facebook.  She said okay and asked “Did you hear about all the recent drone sightings?”  Nope—it’s the first I’ve heard of it!

And I’ve never felt more at peace not knowing too.