Another Day of L.O.P.E

I had to stand and shout obscenities for a few minutes. I had hit maximum rage/frustration/absurdity. How could such simple tasks morph into a torture test of my patience and sanity? What grand design or karmic oddity could possibly have arranged this perfect storm of negative circumstances? I would normally pay the people with the tools for the job but in an effort to save money…

It’s not only me that is bedeviled by the “more complicated than it has to be” thing. Technology is great when it works but cars, guitar effects and kitchen appliances shouldn’t come with an app. Next thing you know, you will have to have a subscription to use your windshield wipers or flush the toilet!

If you don’t have any signal or “bars” and/or WiFi then the app is useless. And it needs to know where the refrigerator is located on the planet in order for the app to work. Most of it is just marketing hype with no real world value or practicality, just another way of collecting your information.

Off season is when everything breaks, needs maintenance and/or replacement because of the salty paradise that we live in. Nothing seems to break when I have money coming in, though.

I got a notice that my glasses prescription had expired- I figured as much because I was working on something and reached for my glasses for better focus on the situation and discovered I was already wearing them.

Extra frustration, not being able to see regular print, forget about the fine print. That takes a whole process of finding where I left the magnifying glass with the bfl (bright f**king light), which first requires a trip to the store to buy the gd batteries or waiting for it to charge on the USB- that is if I can find the one that fits. Is it a USB A, B or C type? They all look alike until they’re under a microscope, except for the big one.

My phone is full of pictures of tiny objects and writing that I can “blow up” with my fingers, pretty handy but time consuming to get the exact shot that holds the answers that I seek. Odd pictures of things like the underside of the truck, a propane cylinder, the electrical panel in the RV… Anything I need to see.

I am grateful for the first 40 years of good vision but I am increasingly annoyed by the declining vision of the subsequent years. The sun hurts my eyes now but my night vision requires the brightness of daylight to see what it is that I am looking at. What a drag. My dear, departed dad warned me about this.

It’s amazing how much I tried to avoid acting like him only to find myself being just like him. Aging is its own torture test and another way of discovering what you’re made of. My brief experience being dead gave me the insight to know that nothing here matters on the other side- no judgement, no pain, no memories of planet Earth at all. How could a soul be happy if they carried all the trauma of this place back with them?

If you don’t like the program, change the channel. If you don’t like the story, read a different book, but don’t presume that yours is the only opinion that matters. A person who can’t understand normal thinking insists that their delicate sensibilities and beliefs be taken into account by everyone else to avoid offending them. Don’t be a person who can’t understand normal thinking. Live and let live! ☮️❤️😁🎵🖖

Thanks to Dave White for replacing the front wheels on my cart. Just one of the many maintenance headaches of paradise- Rust never rests. Bad place to have iron balls…