"Tell me 'bout the good old days." This isn't what the Judds were singing about but this lyric fragment sums it up. I'm ranting again because ours is a throw away society. It didn't used to be.
We try not to toss everything the second it's inconvenient, there's a 'better' model or an item needs repairs. Our Sterling barbeque is small (we don't need something that looks like the deck of the Starship Enterprise and could feed all the Storm Troopers) and it does sit outside in the winter so after 9 years, it needs a new burner. Gary was willing to replace it and went to the store where we bought it and ordered a new burner. Only the clerk, who either didn't have time or didn't understand, ordered a universal burner, not a Sterling. (Readers of the female gender will shudder. We all know how well one size fits all pantyhose works.) Today, after a wait of a week in fine barbequing weather, the burner arrived 'on the truck'. Gary went down to pick it up and spent a frustrating hour trying to make it fit. When he made the adjustments and got it into place, the flame was too yellow. A yellow flame means glowing carbon particles. If the flame hits the meat, it means a nice coating of carbon. Gary went to back to the store where the clerk suggested adjusting the air supply. There are adjustable slits but they don't open enough. The flame still glowed brilliant yellow.
We gave up. After a frustrating wait, frustrating time replacing the old burner with the universal, we are buying a new barbeque. Our old one hits the garbage. It's a total shame and it happens way too often.
"Tell me 'bout the good old days..." Well, grandson. I yearn for certain parts of them.
A new company in Edmonton is set to make and deliver breakfast to your house on the weekends. For obvious reasons it's called Skip the Dishes. I'm all for that BUT not for a breakfast delivery.
At the weekend, when you don't have to work, it's the perfect time to make something you don't have time for when everyone has to rush off to work. There is nothing more heavenly than the smell of frying bacon. And you can put bacon with everything, eggs, pancakes, waffles, toast, everything. You can forget the cholesterol count once a week. If you don't care for bacon (WHAT??), you can have sausages. Skip the Dishes says delivering a 'lovely breakfast' to your door will give you time for all those things you want to do at the weekend. I want to eat fresh crispy bacon and eggs right from the pan. Toast that just popped from the toaster. Breakfast is easy to make and it's to nice to have a leisurely meal around the kitchen table. No hurry.How do you like your eggs? More bacon? Another pancake?Everything made to order and it doesn't take that long. Skip the Dishes will likely make money, but really???
Then there's General Food new entry into the crowded breakfast cereal market. Strawberry Cheerios, o, yum and wait for it! To go with you pumpkin spice vodka, latte, or jello there is Pumpkin Spice Cheerios. To save you the trouble of all that pouring, the Cheerios, the milk, and all that getting- the spoon, the bowl, I bet Skip the Dishes will come by and do it for you. And you won't even have to rinse your spoon and bowl. SIGN ME UP!
I have to go and take another of my blood pressure meds. I put off installing, hooking up my new printer for this very reason. I knew it would end poorly.
Actually the printer is now up and running. It's just that I don't really know how...magic? I could hook all the wires and follow the pictorial instructions because now people can't read. The green light came on just as it should. I had the printer cartridges properly installed. Whew! No more need for manual dexterity. Now to follow the softward installation instructions. There was a cd. Easy, eh? I should just be able to put it in and voila! I guess that is what happened only WINDOWS 10 didn't tell me. I am having issues with the new windows. I can't find things they way I was used to and so a good hour of my life that I'll never see again had been used to figure out how to install something that did it itself. I hope my blood pressure goes back down before I stroke out.
BTW- that isn't my printer, just a reasonable facsimile- I don't even know, nor do I care if it's the right brand. Grrrrrrr.
In the day when you bought something, there wasn't a built-in obsolescence. Things were made to last AND when they did break down or a part wore out, it could be repaired.Socks were darned (confession- never done it, don't know how), shoes repaired, torn clothing mended. When your vehicle experienced trouble or needed a tune-up, a handy amateur mechanic could to it himself. Plumbing? Wiring for electricity? Overhauling an engine? My Dad did many of these things. Now we throw "stuff" out when we are done with it or tired of it. To clean now, rather than use an old rag, from the clothes that aren't worth mending any more, there's Swiffer. Use it once and discard it. Paper plates, plastic cutlery, packaging on goods you don't need out the, excuse the phrase, ying-yang. Landfills overflow and even when you do want to keep something, sometimes you just can't. I am whining about my printer again. It will go to be recycled BUT there's nothing wrong with it except that Windows 10 doesn't like it. I chose the picture of the high-heeled shoe because, in the day, I wore heels a lot. (I used to be a lot more glamourous.) And perfectly good shoes would have ruined heels from stepping onto grates, etc. There was a wonderful shop in town, run by a Chinese gentlemen, who fixed the lifts (on the heel) for a dollar. He could repair leather handbags, straps on luggage, etc. Stepping through the door was stepping back in time. The rich, deep odour of leather and polish, the gentle burr of his sewing machine. He worked for many years before retiring; local lore says he was over 80. Of course, no one bought the business, and now shoes can't be repaired.
Appliances are designed to crater just after the warranty expires. Cars, trucks, vans are constantly recalled for things that need fixing. If you get tired of trying to have something repaired, aren't you going to give up and replace it?? Built-in obsolescence. I love it. Almost as much as I love shopping.
Microsoft has been dying for me to download Windows 10. I have been resisting for good reasons and because I'm stubborn. I DID NOT want to download something just because it popped up annoyingly every time I used my laptop. I did not want to download it because I knew it wouldn't be the same as Windows 7. Before anyone imagines that my skills with technology are way better than they are, I will set the record straight. About the only thing I do with my computer, being honest, is save pictures (willy-nilly), create some documents, write my blog and google things that interest me. I am not a gamer or a writer of code or a hacker. I just want to use my laptop for the things I already know how to do. Windows 10 is now downloaded. Before you think I weakened, I didn't. I just didn't know how to transfer pictures from my old phone to the laptop so the phone could be re-purposed. I left my computer up and running and Windows 10 began its download. I knew that it was inevitable. After July, Microsoft support for the other Windows versions ends. I would have to convert. I didn't want to.
The other good reason? My old printer is just that- too old for me to find a driver that would let Windows 10 "talk" to it. Now I have new printer. It was on sale for a very reasonable price. It's just that my old printer worked well; there isn't anything wrong with it except that it's outdated. Like me. That's why I resisted Microsoft until now.
It should have been simple. My daughter and I wanted to separate our joint Telus mobility accounts so her bill would come to her directly. The obvious thing, we thought, was to visit a Telus store and have an representative with a few key strokes do it. Whoa, Nellie. Don't get ahead of yourselves. This is 2016. The Telus Store is busy and the representatives were all with clients. Could we wait five minutes? Of course, we could. O, it'll be more like 20. We were directed to their comfortable waiting area. And waited. It was the 15 minutes BUT then the good news. We could phone *611 and separate the accounts ourselves. Each of us would have to phone and confirm that's what we wanted done. Ever called Telus???
"All of our service representatives are currently serving clients. Your call is important....blah, blah." or words to that effect.
I said, because I AM a grumpy old senior, "And then we'll be waiting ..."
The perky young man said, with great enthusiasm for this innovation, "But we have a call back service if you leave your number." Great. One step above holding the phone to your ear and enjoying the music they've selected for your listening pleasure.
Then he quickly mentioned the $35 fee for us calling, waiting and finally getting some sort of service, which we would mainly provide ourselves. So there goes a half hour of the dwindling number of half hours I have left. We left the store, grumbling about modern corporate giants and the diminishing customer service.
Welcome to modern technology. Welcome to convenience. I can't wait to fill out the on-line survey to convey my total satisfaction with my Telus experience.
Yes, I'm of a certain age but I'm pretty spry and like to think still smart enough.