FRED FLINTSTONE

I noticed that the weather prognosticators were predicting snow for last night. I checked a couple times during the day and they said there was a 90% chance of two to three inches. I was hoping we would miss it because they also predicted it would be over freezing and we could get rid of some we got. Well after midnight I looked outside, not a flake. Ah...... checked the forecast again and they raised the probability to 100% but lowered the expected amount to less than an inch.

When I got up this Morning we had over two inches. It was warm though, it is 35 F now. I like the snow but I was hoping the sheep could get more use out of the pasture. I called my hay man, he was on his way home from Texas where he bought some goats. He said it was 63 degrees there. He will put me first on his list. The sheep are okay, I got several bales of that poor quality hay. The hay is fresh and what they can eat is nutritious, but it is full of sticks and stalks they wouldn't eat. I bought it for another purpose.

We still didn't get our remote. I have difficulty watching TV without a mute. Two days ago we tried to escape into Netflix. Netflix was having some kind of promotion where we had to sign in. We couldn't figure it out. We tried to put our name in etc. got nowhere. We figured we would have to wait for one of our tech savvy children to visit.

The next night I tried again. Oh, in much smaller letters at the bottom of the screen, there were instructions to put in our pass word. We had no idea what our pass word was. Our daughter, Naomi, helped set it up. I thought she might know. Then I noticed a 'forget password' message and was able to click on it and set up a new password. Works fine.

Yes, neither Jamie or I are tech masters or anything close. On Thanksgiving I was trying to take some pictures with an iPhone. I was having some minor difficulty. My older daughter [Laura] looked over to my younger daughter [Naomi] and said, “Fred Flintstone.” Humph........ I felt the love in it so I didn't protest. And how could I protest. I was at a store not too long ago and I was having trouble with my car. I asked a clerk if I could use the phone. He handed me his cell phone. I looked at it. I had no idea how to use it. I had to hand it back to him so he could dial the number. Note that I wrote dial. That was automatic.

Naomi gave us an iPhone as a gift. I think she might be worried about us having an emergency and being away from our land line. There was a tutorial available to teach one how to use the phone. It was quite long, perhaps an hour, it went on in detail about all the great attributes of this instrument. I don't remember it saying anything about how to use the phone. The assumption must be that every idiot knows how to use a cell phone. Well there are some old idiots out here that are just learning. I can do it but I haven't had much experience. I call Jamie once in a while and pretend I am a robocall.

There is growing older and there is the world leaving you behind, two different things. I am as tech savvy as I need to be and a little more knowledgeable than these writings probably indicate. I don't mind growing old. At least most of the time. There are advantages. I have been meaning to write a blog about growing old. I will soon.

Wednesday I want to write more about the economy and what may be on the horizon.

I need to wash dishes and go to town with Jamie.

Love and Peace, Gregg