New rollers on patio screen ... done.
Lock box ... still attached to railing.
Candy Crush Saga ... false alarm. Twas a temporary glitz that left me with more time for reading when CCS disappeared from Facebook. CCS is back on the platform. I'm once again wasting time gaming instead of reading.
Me ... on the road heading for weekend meditation retreat.
Off the grid until Monday.
Candy Crush Saga disappeared late Friday night. Facebook is no longer supporting the game on its platform. They dropped Alpha Betty Saga a few months ago, and now Candy Crush. Seems I’ll have a lot more time for reading books now.
PokémonGo has been a bust since September — no interesting new pokémon and a change that, in order to perform some of the functions in the game, the user has to give permission to link to the contacts in our phone — which of course I declined.
There’s still Tik Tok but, with no games with which to waste hours and hours, more time is now freed up for reflection and reading.
On Friday, Trainer and I were discussing the Depp-Heard trial.
He, like most, thinks Amber is a wackadoodle and Johnny is going to win.
I haven’t been watching the trial on Court TV because I just knew it would trigger my own past trauma but, what with clips of the trial on Tik Tok, Twitter and in the news, it’s hard to ignore the proceedings completely. So I'm familiar with some of the details, and Trainer turned me onto a tidbit I’d not come across — having to do with a text, read at trial, that Johnny wrote in response to a text from Amber that ended with his saying, "I have other uses for your throat which does not include injury".
Well, that peaked my curiosity so I researched the statement on TikTok and found women volunteering — shouting for Johnny to "Pick Me! Pick Me!".
Can’t say I blame them. Johnny is ruggedly handsome, charming, described by one news pendant as an "Aging Icon Idol" and better-looking IMO than his pretty boy 21 Jump Street Days.
At any rate, it didn’t take long for the words of that text to explode into a cottage industry offering of tee shirts, sweat shirts, drinking glasses.
Not to mention a coffee mug I’m tempted to purchase.
Only thing stopping me from purchasing is my distrust of the site offering it.
Last time I ordered an item off that site from a vendor in Missouri, two $1500 unauthorized charges showed up on my card from some fictitious company in, guess where ..... Missouri. So, much as I want that coffee mug, I’ll wait until it’s offered elsewhere.
As expected, what little of the trial I’d previously heard, plus other things I’d had on my mind, did trigger me. I took a trip down the rabbit hole for a while there into a blue funk, but I’m back from that place — without letting on to you guys I’d even gone there.
So now that I’ve processed what I had to process, my two cents is — Johnny is a bad boy, no doubt about it. A ruggedly handsome sexy charming bad boy. I was and still am a fan.
As for my thoughts on his being an abuser, I won’t say other than to speak from experience as to how charming and believable I know an abuser can be.
They are all skilled actors, these men who get off on abusing. They are skilled at playing whichever role the occasion requires when out in public, and with friends, coworkers, family members.
It’s just so easy for them to charm people into not seeing beyond whichever role they're presenting, which mask they're wearing at any given time.
Just sayin.
Unlike previous years, I’m not seeing a lot of door and patio decorating for Halloween around here this year.
Is it because it’s still early or is it that politics and the pandemic and the economy has everyone down or is it the stipulation, by the Tyrant, that decorations be family friendly?
Probably the latter because, as I recall previous Halloweens around here, patios were decorated with spider webs, ghost, skeletons.
The resident with the skeletons is still living here. So, if she doesn’t display them, I’ll know, after the Tyrant’s declaration, she now feels her decorations are not allowed.
Maybe my door decorations, and the candy corn lights I attached to the patio railings over the weekend, will spur others on to put up something, anything, because it’s been too long since we’ve had any Halloween fun around here.
With just lights on the railing, the patio looked bare. So, I set about to zhuzh it up a bit.
Lighted pumpkins would have been nice, but I’m not a pumpkin kind of girl. So, keeping up with the theme of candy corn, I’ve ordered …….... wait for it ……... A Lighted Candy Corn Witch.
I’ll be displaying all candy corn sweetness outside my unit, but inside is witchery and black magic as I remembered to pull out my seasonal coffee cup, and did my nails to match.
I also pulled from storage my ex’s ashes.
Of course, there no ashes inside the little jar, but it’s fun to think there could be.
Perhaps that annoying security guard would think twice, about trying to make my acquaintance, if he knew there might one day be a jar with his name on it.
Yesterday was interesting, in that there was that outage on Facebook and Instagram.
Wasn’t much of a bother for me because, when I logged on to play Candy Crush and got a message “Hmmm…Can’t Reach This Page”, I automatically assumed the problem was on my end, didn’t want to deal with it, went on to something else, followed by a long nap.
By the time I’d awakened, Facebook and Instagram worked just fine, and I learned the problem had not been on my end, but a huge outage — which had driven some users crazy … clicking/checking 50 times or more, desperate to get back into their social medias.
Granddaughter was one of those users — a clear indication of social media addiction.
Is it just me, or does anyone else find it odd that the day after that explosive 60 Minutes expose about Facebook, there was an outage?
Just sayin.
Long time readers might recall that my buddy Apache was a passionate Thing 45 supporter and, because he was, when we had a big Birthday Bash for him in 2019, I purchased a gift for him off Thing 45’s shop.
The purchase was misconstrued as my being a supporter, and I began receiving email invitations, supposedly from Thing 45 himself, offering me VIP All Access "join me backstage" at his rallies.
That wasn’t all.
I became Miss Popular, with invitations to breakfast, his addressing me on a first name basis, followed by similar emails from Newt and Junior.
I could have easily cut off communication by marking as spam, but I was having way too much fun getting an insider’s view.
Now here we are in 2021 and, I guess, gearing up for a comeback, I’m being thanked for my support, and welcomed to the Save America Team.
I thought we already did Save America by seeing to it he was not reelected.
But wait … there’s more … a Poll.
No surprise that’s a big FREAK NO! from me.
So there’s that.
Then there’s the All Star Candy Crush competition, being hosted by Kim Kardashian.
Looks like I’m automatically entered, whether I want to be or not AND, when I play, my results are factored in.
Round 1 ended today, with KK telling me I’m No. 32 from the top scorer.
Big Whoop! I’ll be glad when this is over and Candy Crush returns to its regular mode.
I’ve not yet received my Bib for the Redondo Beach 5k but, wanting to get qualifying off my bucket list, I headed out to the university this morning, loaded Runkeeper AND Map My Walk, just in case one failed, finished the 3.13 miles.
Because I had a backup, Runkeeper performed accurately, which caused a funny thought to run through my head. That thought being ... Just like a man. Won't act right until a backup comes on the scene and he realizes how easily he can be replaced.
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I'm not gonna win any special Place medals with that time, but it was 101 degrees out today, and I'm just getting back to racing form.
The good news is, I’m finally off the naughty number I was stuck on, because the Pandemic put an end to 5K’s. So when I post my latest accomplishment to Facebook and Instagram, I can mark this one as the 70th 5K I've participated in, since beginning at Age 65, and leave the naughty number behind.
I received an updated, more precise analysis from Ancestry this morning.
It’s all very confusing.
Nigeria — up 4% from last year's analysis
Cameroon — down 2%
England — down a whopping 8%
Mali — down 3%
Benin & Togo — up 1%
Senegal — down 3%
Ivory Coast & Ghana is new/were not included in the last year’s analysis.
Wales and Indigenous Americas remain the same, while Ireland is down 2%.
Germanic Europe’s 1% previously appearing is now gone.
What happened?
How can Germanic blood be there one year, disappear the next, as has Scotland’s whopping 6% — gone, dissipated.
I’m beginning to think Ancestry is no more an accurate reflection of the elements that make me a person than the medical center’s BMI Index.
One thing though is that, although I’ve always felt I came from another planet, that I’m part alien, the results show I’m 100% from here, planet earth.
The woman who found me on Ancestry, who calls herself my DNA Cousin, and who spent four years on solving our connection — ultimately learning that our great grandfathers were brothers, has ceased communicating because, I’m guessing, she was offended by something I said.
I didn’t mean to offend her but, in her last message, she was telling me more about my father’s side of the family — how this long dead relative didn’t like that one, how that long dead one had been mean and abusive to others.
The more I learned from her, the more I got a feel for small town living during that era and suddenly realized what I’d escaped because my dad left my mom for one of those small minded, jealous, spiteful women and I got to grow up in a more enlightened part of the country.
Unfortunately, I did not simply realize it in my mind, but typed out “I'm beginning to think my father did my mom a favor by leaving her. My father's side of the family appear to have had a lot of issues”.
Mom brought a lot of that old-fashioned limited thinking with her, but being where we were gave me ways and means of going around her, rising above the limitations she tried so hard to place on me. It was a struggle, but something kept pushing me forward until I expanded my awareness and grew.
At any rate, I haven’t heard from DNA Cousin since I said what I said, but oh well.
And now this ….
Yep, that’s right, Khloe has taken over Candy Crush.
I logged on to play and found she’s hosting an All Stars Tournament pitting us crushers, above Level 25, against each other, with the goal of crowning one of us the Nation’s No.1 Crusher, winning a years’ supply of Gold Bars.
At Level 3295, I’m automatically entered into the tournament, whether I want to be or not, but I won’t be competing against anyone but myself — just play a normal game, my normal way.
So far, the only thing I see different is that some of the symbols have been replaced with orange stars.
Also, thus far today, in addition to working out on the smart hula hoop, I put in 5 miles on the indoor bike and caught a new Pokémon.
It’s a good thing I caught it in my unit during daytime hours. because it might have freaked me out a little to see it at night, especially since it started moving directly towards me.
What the heck!! They don’t generally move forward.
