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December 25, 2016 / thackersam

Heard it at 7:40

heard-itAlong with the lovely holiday party my company throws each year, this one having a most unusual ending that involved my staff among many others, they have also provided me with a company phone for quite some time. It is a very nice perk and I try not to be too demanding of it, but recently my IPhone started acting weird. After years with my 5c that I was perfectly happy with, Siri no longer knew me and was kind of getting an attitude about it, and then the battery, which had been running down quicker and quicker, as they will, was now wanting to no longer exist, and the phone began to randomly opening up different apps though they weren’t being called upon to do so. It was time to ask for a new phone.

I now have an SE, yes, way behind everyone else, but very much like the one I’d been with for the last few years. One exception is Siri. I have choices now so that snippy Siri who couldn’t be bothered with me anymore, is an Australian male, who can be a bit playful. I think he likes me.

Everything was transferred from one phone to the other by one of our lovely IT guys, except the music a friend had uploaded from my CDs last year before I went to visit my stepmother in Holland. It got wiped out. I am not one of those people you see plugged into their phones, not paying attention to the noises of the City that may call for attention, nor did I use the music much on my trip, though I doubt I would have heard it above my own internal screaming. The problem is that my alarm was set to play “Heard It Through The Grapevine” by Gladys Knight and The Pips at 7:40 every morning. I’ve found the regular sounds are entirely unsatisfying, and the free download of the latest U2 album is not offering me any motivating wake-up songs. I guess I have to spring for the $1.29 to download the song. I should be able to handle that.

I had mentioned previously that I was determined to make to under 140lbs by the time the holiday season was over, which may have to be extended to include Martin Luther King, Jr.’s birthday. Just a smidge is fine, but it’s not going that well, so I have amped up the exercise a wee bit. Sunday’s have the same hour and fifteen minute workout since I substituted my lost alarm song for the Missy Elliot tune, but for four weekdays I decided on a mix that started with the usual alternate Linda Ronstadt songs; “Silver Threads and Golden Needles,” a country song, “Desperado,” a California song, and “Long Long Time,” the biggest heartbreak song of my high school years. I follow that with Fiona Apple’s “Criminal,” “Rainy Day Women” by Bob Dylan (you know that’s “Everybody must get stoned, right?), Gladys and the Pips’ “I Heard It Though The Grapevine” twice, The Beastie Boys’ “Finger Lickin’ Good” and “So watcha watcha watcha want,” (that’s actually a line, the title is just one watcha), and then I finish off with at least the first 20 minutes of Fiona Apple’s Tidal, giving me the opportunity to hear “Criminal” again. My neighbors must think Sybil lives here.

Since learning of the post office holiday party events, in detail from three very similar perspectives, I’ve been trying to write a country song called “Get the Bitch Off Carla.” It’s not quite coming together in that genre, but the Beastie Boys are proving to be an inspiration.

BTW – Happy Holidays!

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