Aren’t conveniences great? Well, maybe! I’ve learned the hard way that the more “conveniences” we have, the more aggravation we have. Yesterday was a day of a lot of aggravation!

My daughter’s cell phone died as did her car. Luckily the “old”—last year’s model— cell phone was found and with a little charm on my daughter’s part—thank heavens she’s young and pretty and lots of young testosterone-laden young men work in wireless telephone stores—she was able to get her old cell piece turned on at no cost to her. Luckily she’s young and pretty and charming, and thank heavens she works with lots of macho-laden engineers. Her car was fixed within minutes.

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I usually hate my birthday. It has nothing to do with my advancing age. I’ve accepted that each year I get older. What I hate is the presents that my husband gets for me. I’ve learned the hard way—with lots of useless stuff—that my husband doesn’t have a clue about gift-giving. He just picks up something at the last minute that may or may not—and usually doesn’t—appeal to me. A present for me is to him an obligation and not a joy.

This past birthday, however, was the best ever. When he asked me what he could buy for me, I said I didn’t want anything. “I have everything I need…in fact, I have too much stuff,” I told him. He was relieved. I saved him a trip to the closest store—it’s a hardware store—to pick up something for me.

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