My fifties and sixties were both good, and my seventies are off to a reasonably decent start. Now, if I could have my 23 year-old-body, my 45-year-old brain, and my 70-year-old equanimity, I'd be a triple threat, for sure. 
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My niece who stays with me when she is in Canada is always sending me videos of how to be fabulous in your sixties, lol.
Yikes! Someone just calls and talks dirty, even though they didn't know you and vice-versa?
What the hell?I never ever got an obscene phone call, but I received plenty of scammy ones. (Sometimes I just like to keep them on the phone and make them hang up - give them false info, etc.)
The other day, I got the classic "I'm calling from Microsoft Support" call. (I never opened a case with Microsoft, so I knew it was a scam).
Anyway, they told me to open a window. So I said, "But it's cold outside! I don't want to be cold!" Etc., etc., etc. -- anything to irritate the scammer.
"Please click on the icon, sir..."
*mock-anger* "Icon? ICON?!! How dare you! I'm not a Catholic!"
And so on ...
If I don't recognize the phone number, I don't pick up. If it's important, they can leave a message.
Recognizing the number is no guarantee. I've answered calls from the local hospital's number only to find someone concerned about my car's warranty on the other end of the line.
That's fair enough. But a few years ago, I was unemployed and job-hunting like crazy, which involved giving agents my phone number(s). So if the phone rang, I ran to get it - it could've been an agent, or a prospective employer, wanting to recruit me. :-\
I even got a phone call from a prospective employer at 8pm on a holiday once (a hot evening). He called my home phone, I had been hot and bothered, and I was sure it was a scam, so I answered "What?!" instead of "Hello". (It turned out I was right: it was an employer, but a scammy and scummy one).
Unfortunately, in my field (healthcare), contracts are the norm. So I was always on edge and trying to impress, because I never knew if I'd be renewed.
Things changed a bit about 6 years ago, when I found a long-term contract that allowed me to ease into the job. I was renewed again and again, and 3 years into the job, I finally got permanency.
So I'm holding onto this job like a ... um ... like an iron filing holds on to a magnet. (After all, I have a mortgage to pay, not just bills).Anyway, the scam calls got more and more frequent during the COVID lockdown years. I heard almost anything: a person pretending to be a telecommunications engineer, an electricity maintenance worker, a member of customs in Beijing airport holding onto my parcel (what?!), and even an IRS investigator ... investigating me ... in Australia. ;-P Sure you are ... and I'm Princess Anne. On your bike, son. ;-P
Scams slowed down a lot after COVID. I still get the occasional few, but I took a look at my phone's manual and learned how to block numbers now. That proves the old saying: when in doubt, RTFM! Read The F---ing Manual!)
Geez, that's weird. Maybe they wanted to remind you to take the car in for an oil change and an X-ray? ;-)
It's a common scam thing here, Rath. Once I got a call from my own number. Since I was fairly sure I wasn't calling me, I didn't answer. I didn't want to talk with me anyway.
Some doctors' offices come up with no caller ID. Even though the main number is listed in my contacts, the caller can use a different line, I assume to leave the main one open for patients. Ergo, if the number is local, I usually answer it. My phone catches most spam and sends an alert.
Speaking of spam, you should see the jumk I get through the contact form on my website. Always someone wanting to help me boost my online presence, increase my bandwidth, publish my books, or represent my work on their own social media which gets a zillion hits a day. I also receive legitimate requests for interviews, Zoom programs, and speaking events, but I learned PDQ to simply direct such requests to the publicist to sort out. I even get (smile) messages from people who enjoyed the book. Those make my day.
Some doctors' offices come up with no caller ID. Even though the main number is listed in my contacts, the caller can use a different line, I assume to leave the main one open for patients. Ergo, if the number is local, I usually answer it. My phone catches most spam and sends an alert.
Speaking of spam, you should see the jumk I get through the contact form on my website. Always someone wanting to help me boost my online presence, increase my bandwidth, publish my books, or represent my work on their own social media which gets a zillion hits a day. I also receive legitimate requests for interviews, Zoom programs, and speaking events, but I learned PDQ to simply direct such requests to the publicist to sort out. I even get (smile) messages from people who enjoyed the book. Those make my day.
I've got a new story idea...
I've over 2,000 story ideas, with another 2,000 more along the way.
(spoken like the Kaminoian alien lady from Attack of the Clones)
(spoken like the Kaminoian alien lady from Attack of the Clones)
Problem with writing novels is the need for half a dozen secondary ideas to augment the original one. (Pauses to think.) Maybe the problem is narrowing down a dozen secondary ideas to a mere six.
One of the things I like about writing is because I can find a bit of truth in all the misinformation.
As well as a wealth of misinformation in the truth?
Ah, on to the conversation of objective vs. subjective truth....
Not now, dear. I have a headache.
Sorry, I know I laughed at this post, but I only laughed at this: "Since I was fairly sure I wasn't calling me, I didn't answer. I didn't want to talk with me anyway." *giggles*
I leaned a new-old thing today: most people are arseholes.
I was woken up at 6:20 am today by someone honking his horn outside my window, and another someone telling him to F*** off. At 6:20 bloody A-f***ing-M. On a f***ing Saturday. It's moments like those that make me thankful that guns are illegal here and I don't have one. If I had one, and it was legal to own one, my reaction could've seen me sharing a jail cell with a prisoner named Tozer and his spoon named Elizabeth.
I went out to hang up my washing, and one of the next door neighbours started yelling at me (including many, many F words. Suddenly I miss the 80s. They might've been wonderful or terrible, but at least everyone paid their bills without anything destroyed.
My contribution to the family gathering today is a charcuterie board.
What did we call them in the last century?
What did we call them in the last century?
charcuiterie has been a thing in europe since the 15th century
Well, the word didn't make it to me until about 20 years ago!
I'm going to be going this morning to pick up some nice deli meats and cheeses, nuts, and roasted red peppers, olives, dried fruits.
Any other suggestions?
Any other suggestions?
