And so we’re starting to settle in with the change in seasons. I had a brainwave moment of realisation this morning – that just because it’s autumn, does not mean it’s going to rain every day.
I’m guessing there’s a kind of allegory in there somewhere…
The furball is starting to scale down her craziness from summer too. We’ve noticed that she has gotten even better at training us. We did like to alter her walks – long one day, short the next, throughout the week. But… she’s cut down on her longer walks, and now instead wanders out into the garden, where she stares at us expectantly. Her cunning plan? To get at least one of us to go outside and blow bubbles for her.
Yes, she’s obsessed with bubbles. Even on her laziest days, she turns into a frenetic bundle of over-excitement at ‘the B word’. We also might have to leave her large paddling pool up as even if she won’t be splashing in it now, she does like using it as a huge drinking bowl.
It’s the simple things in life, isn’t it?
But it’s worth it to see the smile on her face. In fact, until we got her, I never realised dogs could smile.
And talking of faces and simplicity…
I had to get a new phone a couple of months ago. My old phone went for a swim. Somewhere where nothing and nobody should ever be swimming… I can’t really bring myself to come completely clean (rather like where it landed). But in lieu of a straight answer, I’ll bog off and move on.
I must admit, the timing was awful. But when is the timing right to drop your phone down the- anyway. I have got a new phone now. Well, it’s an old phone, but new to me. And even though my old-new phone is the model before my old-old phone, it’s actually more advanced than it. So my old new phone is actually an older-better-old-new phone.
Isn’t technology grand?
But it does give the opportunity for some relatively old-fashioned fun. Both the hubster and I have iPads – his is newer (and larger) than mine. The rigmarole you have to go through to set them up! I do like being able to unlock it with my thumb, though. Very 21st century. I don’t have this face recognition stuff on mine, however, though he has it on his. Which is where the fun comes in…
If ever he asks me to do something on his, then I have to use his password. But only after the initial face recognition prompt. Obviously, facial recognition is never going to work for me so, while I’m waiting…
I pull faces at it.
Yep. My inner 6 year-old emerges and I pull all manner of weird faces at an inanimate object. The weirder, the better. Try it. You won’t regret it.
But the thumb thing…
Oh, the uses you can put it to… opening your phone in public without everyone seeing that your PIN is actually Mickey Mouse’s date of birth (actually, autosuggest came up with ‘date of being’ which, on reflection, is far more appropriate for an animated character).
I recently discovered one of the joys of having a thumb for a password – paying with my phone for things! Or as I like to call it – flap & tap. Great unless you have a plaster on your thumb. I discovered that one when I had a very long queue behind me. I honestly don’t know why I hadn’t already considered that. I did have other fingers registered as my ‘passwords’ but, to be honest, I was too busy contemplating using one or more of them to signal my response to the harrumphing masses behind me.
Didn’t somebody once say something about someone famous’s face being their currency? Or did I just imagine it (if you know the quote, please let me know)? Turns out that now, to some extent, the same could be true of us all, with the face replacing the thumb (now there’s a body-horror film just waiting to be penned).
Rather similar to Andy Warhol’s statement of everybody being famous for fifteen minutes. Like I said… technology.
Now I’m off to buy a tin of soup to paint… Or probably just have it for lunch.
Bye!