This blog is about what I think.

The upgrade greets me with, “Hello.” The next screen wants me to, “Place Your Finger here.” I do not want to place my finger there but cannot pass the screen. What finger shall I choose if I do this? I need direction but do not receive it. I select my right index finger, but do not apply it to the screen. Suddenly I am returned to the main screen and now am able to bypass the touch screens and password code protections. Next I am greeted with, “Hola,” guess a language change has occurred. What have I done as now all upgrade directions are in Spanish.

I breathe and touch another button and English returns. The phone once again tries to sell me on two step security verification. I don’t bite and the red circle next to settings is gone. More success. I now am able to make the call for a dental cleaning.

I am having a good day.

Isn’t it wonderful how these devices upgrade with a stroke of a finger? Do you ever wonder how these signals get to the phone? Do they pass through a window or better yet me? In the future could these signals cure cancer or perhaps my appetite? I rise from my chair, glance around the room and the white line signaling an upgrade in installation is almost drawn. Attempting to find this energy around the room there is no trace but the white line has disappeared and the phone states the installation is complete.

Now I only have to learn how to use the d-mn thing.

How I wish Apple made a less challenging phone for Seniors. I bet it would be a best seller.

I wake and open my eyes after being up till 4:30 a.m. with a cell phone and computer attempting to establish an i cloud password. It is 7:30 a.m. as I make a slice of toast and return to bed hoping to sleep as we all need more than 3 hours a night to reset the body. At 11:30 a.m. I wake, force myself out of bed reeling from the night before with my computer adventure.

Angry to have to wait 4 hours for a decision on how to obtain a password that “sticks,” I re-read every web site formerly explored and find another way. As a single parent this was my mantra/motto,

“There’s always a way.”

And as it worked for me during those challenging years, it worked tonight. Finding the site for Apple password change I once again travel the screens. This time when I was told of my success in password change I checked out the screen with the white, 30 something female computer geek who is problably making 250 k a year. While I hate her I send her love and go through her directions reinserting the “new password.” It takes much thought and I breathe heavily for the next 5 to 7 minutes making selections. I think, “This is more taxing than The Who Wants to be a Millionaire,” but. I continue as I sweat and give it my all knowing no million dollars is at the end of this journey.

I keep my trusty address book by my side just in case I forget the password as my eyes a beginning to droop but the brain remains engaged. I tell myself, “Come on eyeballs get over it,” and slap my face. I become more alert and low and behold, IT STICKS, THE PASSWORD IS ACCEPTED.

I AM SUCCESSFUL.

I AM AN APPLE SUCCESS STORY.

I AM PROUD.

What can I do to celebrate? It is 4:30 a.m. I am in Florida in the middle of a pandemic.

I know.

I can dye my hair,

and in 2 1/2 hours I can make an appointment for my quarterly teeth cleaning.

Life continues.

The pool swim AP saga continues.  I went to the pool and was told to speak to a life guard. As I spoke to the life guard a woman came running behind me stating I had past her and had no right to speak with the life guard.  We were already on bad terms.  I didn’t see her, but in these circumstances never defend yourself. I kept mum.

She began to tell me how wonderful the new AP was so I gave her my phone to show me.  Several tries later she stated the service in the area was faulty and it would work when I got home.  It didn’t.  It is now 2:30 am I’ve read all the internet instructions I can locate regarding this problem. I wrote an email to Apple and received a response. I am told in this email I need further identification.  At this point I would strip naked and allow them to DNA test me I am so disgusted, but I read on. This email holds the golden key, a phone number.  I call and receive a computer generated arrogant male voice asking what my problem is.   Well, maybe he wasn’t so arrogant but at 3 a.m he sure sounded it..

I tell him my problem and he gives me answers, of which none help or have any pertinence to my problem. He then states call between 7 am and 9:30 pm.  At this point I am so keyed up I will be up till 7 am, and be the first caller.

If only Apple was just an orchard life would be so much simpler.