Good for you! "You are only my friend when I need You" kind of person. You are very patient. I've dropped people out of my computer just because they were overly dramatic
or manipulative.

Well, that was a joke. Hubs has learned some about texting since I've been in hospital. It irritates the daylights out of me. On my Jitterbug phone--pathetic, isn't it? I held out
for a long time--now think I need something easier to use if I ever have an emergency again. It was basically for calling 911 if we were out somewhere and parts started coming off
Didn't think to put AAA in there, as Nora? obviously had. Or had the presence of mind to have her card with her. I don't even carry a purse, if I can load up Hubs' pockets. Well, if
lipstick and hanky is loading up. I'd like pockets in everything.

Anyway, on said Jitterbug phone, the letters are broken down into little groups in such a way that Es and Ss and all the letters one uses the most have to be tapped 3 or 4 times to get to it.
I had a caretaker the other night who can't read cursive. But I bet she can text.

I just had this crazy image of two people sitting side by side, in bed, with psychological blinders on, so they don't even look at each other, but texting away to one another.

Daughter and grands gave me an iPad for Christmas 2017. This was so they wouldn't have to email me--they could just copy me on their whatevers. I could not find any way to turn it on.

GDaughter "showed" me how to use it last summer. I learn by doing, not by watching. And Daughter filled it up with photographs of her choosing--I'd have liked to choose my own,
thank you very much. And then they went away. And I couldn't get it to do anything I wanted it to. And the disembodied voice gets on my last nerve. I do not speak to robots. Well, nothing polite, at least.

I think I will offer it to daughter. I would like to see it once a year, to look at some pretty videos we made of her in her new clothes I got for her. And kitty videos, if I could learn to
make them.

Am a Luddite. Sooo glad I grew up before the Mean Girls had social media. It must be Hell. I see grown women who can't be loose in the grocer's w/o speaking to someone--
loudly--on the damn' phone. When the craze began, I was in a T. J. Maxx and some harpie was giving an account of her sex life at 60 decibels. And there was an adolescent boy
in the store.

I do not get so much about how so many people function now. I am not on Facebook. Daughter wasn't happy about that--if you were, I could send you Blah-blah. Hey--don't hurt yourself. I don't need every picture made of the grandkids. They are grown now--they don't change that much from month to month. My friend since we were 7 says something about reading about people we knew back when. Well, she gives me the highlights anyway, and anybody I was close to then or developed a friendship with since is capable of sending me an email or calling me--that goes both ways.

Do people see the sun set. or hear birdsong? Do they hike and speak on their phones? Do they take them to the beach? Feel alienated? Hang up the phone and smile at a fellow human!

Diatribe ending. Go in Peace

And I am sorry the people who should be helping you, are not. My nephew faced similar experiences years ago when he was a single Dad and had just moved and was between
engagements. Do see if any churches have lunch for anybody who shows up--and you can take it out. And one here does supper once a week--people can volunteer to help. For when it's the end of the month and the carnivores come first.

I think you have done marvelously well--your house and car paid for. You are very smart. My parents were frugal, so I know how to do it. My mother said Her mother was Really
"saving;" she saved her basting thread. I watched a TV show about two kids farming out West somewhere They had two children. The wife was cleaning houses and she was getting food stamps and would go and buy white bread and bologna, and sodas and beer for her husband--probably couldn't use food stamps for the beer. Probably chips--that's good value for the money. And I thought, you call yourselves farmers, but you don't have chickens--how basic is that? or pigs or a cow, and no garden, let alone some fruit trees? And you let the house sit there unpainted? And haven't planted any trees around it? This is where it gets cold--and no doubt hot in summer. And you don't know how to make your own bread and use leftover meat or chicken for lunches? Bologna and Wonder Bread? What are they teaching in Home Ec and 4H now? Mechanized farming and computers, I suppose.

I sound as if I am 120 years old and a curmudgeon. Must stop posting. I am boring myself