Another gorgeous day. While sipping morning coffee, several entertainments were considered which included the beach, attending some of the Juneteenth activities in town, and meeting my sister after she got done working. An errand was run downtown to drop off prepackaged cookies for an art reception. This ended up being the day's only success story. There was no beach, no community activities, and no sister meeting, but she and I talked on the phone.
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I knew the six-disc player in the
Honda would be missed, but I feel like I’m in mourning. It was the perfect way
to set my brain for upcoming activities. The 45-minute drive to belly dance
class was perfect for one of the several belly dance music discs. Latin church
hymns sung by Beth Nielsen Chapman were a calming influence and road rage preventative
on the highway and became my “495 disc.” I might be able to live without the
hymns, although it would be amusing if I was ever pulled over and Ave Maria was
blasting. The inability to find a belly dance or Middle Eastern music channel
on Sirius is just adding insult to injury. I can't even get the stupid stations to play that I chose after receiving the Sirius Welcome email.
The next approach may be an MP3
player and quality time spent ripping discs. Or not. Yes, I know
phones can stream music, but my specific phone is literally full and there are
daily messages about how some things may not function properly, and I keep having to
delete apps and photos. My stupid One Cloud is also full. You know what is practically
empty? The hard drives on two laptops, chosen for the ample storage space. For
whatever annoying reason, everything defaults to One Cloud, and I haven’t been able to figure
out how to reset that, but the One Cloud folks are offering to sell me more
space. Umm… no thanks. My pockets have enough subscription hands in them
already.
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