Try to Remember

     I used to love that song, Try to remember the kind of September 
when...well, of course, I can't remember the rest of the lyrics. But it seems to be MY song, or rather, George's and my song. 
 

     I used to think that between us we had one workable brain. Now I think we're coming up a bit short, maybe a mini-brain. Yesterday, we couldn't remember if the cleaning lady was coming over or the man who mows our lawn. We decided the cleaning lady would be coming and elected to move our writers' group out to the back porch. The rains came and the wind whipped us up into a frenzy. We retreated indoors where we got a call from the lawn man saying that because of the rain, he would come the next day.



     But my favorite thing I did this week has to do with my new iPhone. Technology is not my thing but I have been pretty successful with it. And I love it! I bought a rubbery-feeling cover for it which fits over it like a tight skin (unlike mine which is wrinkly) but I came to a problem when I had to recharge the phone. I couldn't find the place to stick the cord in.
     It turns out the case covers it up which annoyed the heck out of me. So for the first couple of times I was taking the whole cover off to recharge and putting it back on when done. Then lo and behold I detected that you could recharge it without taking the cover off, just by lifting a little flap. A big flap about a little flap. That's my life.