"Moon Charms"
We did not get to see the Super Moon, but I imagined it.
"Humming of Home"
The pink print of the house brough back memories of the "kids' cupboard" in my childhood home-where all of our board games, coloring books, crayons, and other odds and ends lived. Including a huge endless roll of wrapping paper with a print similar to this fabric. We were allowed to use the paper any way we liked, and I remember wrapping tp and paper towel tubes and small boxes with it to assemble into a pink and gold castle as a gift for an aunt. What a wonky thing it was!
On Saturday, I finally agreed to get a new phone. I've been using Blue's old one that he bought in 2016. It could barely hold a charge, be charged, and photos in texts, downloads, podcasts, etc. had to be deleted regularly to make room for any new photos. It was long past time, but I hate dealing with technology things. K did the research of what to get and came with me to the phone store to translate at 3:00.
By 4:00, having fun with the young man who was helping us (who called me "zesty"), I had a new phone loaded with all of the things from the old one.
But then... he couldn't erase the old one, which was being turned in for credit. He started some process, saying that it might take an hour. Feeling insecure about leaving all of my technology life behind with strangers, I took K. home and returned at 4:30.
I sat there, punching in my passwords over and over. Some secret code was needed. At one point, Blue was on speaker phone from Chile. Nothing could be figured out. Around 7:00 I announced that I was no longer feeling zesty. Around 7:30, it was decided that it was impossible and that I would keep both phones and lose the credit. Fine. But a manager was needed, and wouldn't be there until Monday, and I couldn't take the old phone with me until then.
Feeling more insecure and paranoid (and exhausted and hungry), and after being reassured that everything was still on the new phone, I started deleting things off of the old phone before handing it over, starting with all of my texts...
He then had another idea, began the process,... and accidently cleared the new phone. The texts were gone. Including some late night writing I had sent to myself to copy off another time, and a few from my dad during his last months, and, and, and...
7:45 "They're gone?"
"Yes, I'm sorry."
Heavy sigh. "This is a first world problem. Letting it go."
He looked relieved.
"But I'm heartbroken. Bye."
Poor guy.
“Corliss” (meaning "carefree person") was stitched on Sunday as a way of brightening and lightening things up.
Yesterday, back at the store with K. Explained it all to new guy. Who started to try again.
"If I am here for another hour or more, I WILL cry," I warned him.
K added something not helpful.
"I will bite YOU," I told him.
The guy went and got the manager. I explained again. She said that it could be erased by the geek squad across town. We drove, waited, and two hours later, I walked back into the phone store. The manager and worker called across the room of customers, with a few other employees who had witnessed Saturday's fiasco looking on, "Did it work?"
Speechless, I held out the phone, placing it into her two open hands. "Hooray!" they cheered.
"I hope the rest of your day goes well," she said.
I opened my mouth, shut it, and just gave a whole arm wave as I went out the door.
"Moon Joy"
And really, everything is more than swell enough in the big picture of things.
