First World Problems.
I can’t take photos. I could drag out my old digital camera, but I forget how it works.
I can’t listen to my music while walking. So I actually dug out my old iPod (!), found the right usb port to recharge it (which took like 24 hours), and listened to tunes I haven’t heard in a decade. I can’t walk miles in this heat without music. (Or even with it, when it’s a heat index of 111+º.)
I can’t text or connect with people, especially family, except on messenger, which mostly nobody uses.
I can’t look up anything over at Avdi’s, without my laptop, which is one more object to schlep over there in the heat.
If I need to take care of some business requiring a phone, I can’t. If a business needs to confirm my ID before proceeding, I can only do it by email, not text. If an individual needs to arrange or schedule a Dr. ride for me, they can’t. If I had an emergency, I’d be flat out of luck. And on it goes…
Wah.
Actually, I’m surviving, so far, but I feel bad and stupid. Avdi had to order me a new phone under his family plan. Maybe I can start over with a clean slate, not migrate all my old crap over. And definitely not bring it anywhere near the pool. I learned that lesson.
If I didn’t have this laptop, I’d be hopeless. It’s my lifeline. I get to keep up with all the horrors of the real world under fascists like trump, starting right in my own city.
For example, people are still living in their tornado-ravaged homes in N. STL, or camped out in tents, with not much hope of their neighborhoods being rebuilt. It’s almost like our own Gaza. In many cases they have lived there all their lives, near family and friends, many of whom died in the disaster. They don’t have anywhere else to go, or a way to afford it. The city is obviously just waiting for the problem to sort itself out or not, so they can be rid of the “blight” and reclaim it…or let it rot. Racism in action.
In relation to that, my little first world problem submerges– like a phone in a pool.