I wear a smartwatch, Pixel Watch 3. It tells me everything i need to do and nags me incessantly until I do it. Reminders and alarms, all day long. I’d be lost without it.
I agree, but I have PTSD. I’m no hero in this situation. Doors and windows locked while I tell myself it’s probably fine.
I was in a downtown area one day and this guy starts throwing stuff around, banging trash cans and cursing up a blue streak. I was hiding in the alcove by the front door waiting for him to go away so I could walk to my car. This other guy gets out of his car, sees me hiding, smiles and waves the guy over. The ranting guy stops ranting, walks over, looks up at me hiding in the alcove and says “Oh, excuse me. Hello ma’am.”
My father was a real doctor, specialized in the liver, and taught metabolism to medical students. You make and break down a lot of cholesterol. You also digest a lot of the cholesterol you eat. He said that dietary cholesterol was almost irrelevant to most people, and what fats you ate were far more important. Eggs don’t have a lot of fat.
Other stuff, like exercise and sugar also matter to your blood lipids. Ask your doctor, but if you love eggs, there’s bound to be some amount of eggs your doctor approves of
Any excitement like that on my block, I would consult with my neighbors, many of whom are smarter, more compassionate, and have better judgment than me.
Yes, what Elmer said. I’d call the neighbor across the street who’s the unofficial mayor of the block and is active in our town’s auxiliary police force. Or the neighbor next door who’s a big strong young guy.
There’s a police office less than a ½ mile from here. They might hear the person ranting themselves. Plus I’m in a relatively densely populated with a number of people who will call the police.
So there’s no need for me to call, because someone else will certainly call.
A few years ago there was a field across the street and the owner had sheep come in to graze. A few days after the sheep arrived, their bells were removed. Enough people complained about the sound of a dozen sheep bells. In the middle of Switzerland.
The amount of people at your funeral is directly proportional to your age when you croak. I suspect I would have a decent show up if I kicked right now. A lot more if it was a couple of years ago before I retired. In ten years I’m sure it will be less than 50. By funeral I am combining wake and the actual dumping of the body.
Anybody who knows me knows I don’t want a funeral. My mother or sister might ignore that wish, but the only people attending will be their friends; not mine.
Yeah, i was also going to say that if i dropped dead tomorrow, a lot of people would show up, but not if i make it to 99 like my grandmother. She was very socially active and popular for most of her life, and if she’d died at 60 her funeral and shiva would have been a huge affair. But she outlived all her friends, made new friends 20 years younger, and then outlived most of them. Her funeral was attended by her direct descendants and some of their spouses, and i think that was it.
Eh, funerals are for the living. I told my kids to do whatever works for them. My then-daughter-in-law pointed out that it can be easier to have some guidance, so i offered some options. But i hope they outlive me, and i hope they do whatever helps them. I’ll be dead. I won’t care either way.
I used to always wear a wristwatch because I felt strongly that it was too inconvenient to have to take my phone out of my pocket to check the time, and also because it imbued me with an air of maturity and dignity.
But the battery died a couple years ago and I haven’t gotten around to replacing it, so I guess my revealed preference is not to wear one now.
I have multiple staging areas and also usually more than one book in process of being read at any given time. Also sometimes I grab a book from a shelf that isn’t a staging area. Figure voted for is a wild guess.
