I have a friend who loves to shop. When she is in town she calls to see if I need anything. Then she calls again from the store to give me choices. Then she calls to tell me of an item she thinks I might want. She loves her cell phone.

Today I woke up with fluttery arms. Usually this happens in the afternoon when weak muscles signal shutdown. Today I dropped, spilled, fumbled everything I touched. Not a good day. Sue called to discuss flu shots and make plans to pick me up some zip lock storage containers. She found some Rubbermaid but I can't get that brand open. If she were here she would make me prove it. I could scarcely hold the phone to my ear. I tried the speaker phone but she couldn't understand me.

The Queen does shopping for me also. She has me send a list and then takes it to a store and buys the largest bottle they sell. She doesn't use coupons and she doesn't look for the best price. She seldom calls from the store because she knows whatever she brings over will be appreciated.

Both the Queen and Sue have commented I need another speaker phone. (Q sez "Replace them all!") But I don't get that many calls. And people complain about the "tin can" sound. "Your head in a barrel? Can't unnerstan' ya."

I went through the headset phase and the ear piece phase. Doesn't go on without more effort than I'm willing to put forth for a phone call. That's why I like blogging. No one tries to reinvent my wobbly wheel. And I get to complain endlessly.