Dictated Voicemail Messages

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I’ve recently taken to using the dictation app on my phone to capture ideas when 1) I’ve no paper to write on, 2) no pen to write with or, 3) where taking both hands off the wheel isn’t a bright idea (like, ever).

Other than Siri sometimes deciding I meant something other than what I said, I like it.  It works best if I review the transcript sooner rather than later, because if too much time passes I can’t even begin to guess what I was thinking.  Or I can, but Siri’s interpretation was way more entertaining than the original.

Like this text message Siri transcribed for me, en-route to a friend’s house:

“I’m on my way. I’m at the intersection of Highway 12 and fucking. So probably 15 minutes. I have soup. And cornbread. Celibate.”

Siri is exhibiting her Freudian slips. Or cognitive dissonance. She clearly doesn’t know what she wants.

But despite these little kerfuffles, I’ve embraced dictating; and, it turns out, astonishingly, some new habits are easy to learn. Despite all the propaganda about habit-learning to the contrary, I quickly learned to tell Siri “period” and “new paragraph” and “question mark” as I dictated, to ensure she properly punctuated things as she wrote stuff up. Because, yes, punctuation matters.

The thing is, my dictation device–my phone–is also, well, a phone. I call people. They don’t answer. I go into voicemail. I leave a message by recording my voice on their device, and when my friend gets that message, they listen to my voice speaking my message.

And, because I’ve so easily adapted to dictating, my voice messages now include not only the substance of my call, but a meta-message: instructions for periods and question marks and paragraphs.

Which will be very helpful comma should my friends decide they want to transcribe my voicemail period

 

Daily Post-Prompt: Astonish


 

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Good Things in Unexpected Packages

BlickPixel on PixabayI know people who seem perpetually positive and upbeat.  I’ve known them for years. They’ve been dealt some rough hands in life, so it isn’t that they’re simply Pollyanna’s.

Despite dark events casting shadows their way, they continue to show up with an attitude that fearlessly affirms the “rightness” of life; of their life, just as it is.  When they face bad shit and say things will be ok, I’m convinced they believe things will be ok. If they’re feeling any doubt or uncertainty, I don’t feel it.

Which has me wondering: do they get “down”? Do they feel doubt?

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3 Days, 3 Bubba Quotes Day 3

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Confessions of an Irish Procrastinator nominated me to do the 3 Day, 3 Quote Challenge. Thank you, you Penitent, Irish, Faffer. 

To find out what Faffer means, go here. Then check out I.P. ‘s blog.

I decided to use Bubba quotes for this three-day challenge. They pair well.  To conclude Day 3, see quote above.

The Rules:

  • Thank the person who nominated you. (Thanks, IP!)
  • Post a quote for three consecutive days.
  • Nominate three bloggers each day.

The Three bloggers I nominate:

The Footnote: No obligation to take part. But if you have your own Bubba, feel free to steal the idea.

 

Photo source: Myriams-Fotos on Pixabay


 

What’s the Fee to Pet Your Dog?

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If you have kids it’s likely, at some point along the way, they’ll deliver a wisdom-pearl that will bring you up short.  It’ll be delivered with a knowing confidence that silences the moment.

My daughter, at age 8, brought fresh perspective to a dry topic: taxes and park entrance fees. I know, exactly! Something every parent and 8-year-old talk about. But I work in the financial sector, so I had actually been trying to explain to her the idea of taxes and how they’re used. One of those uses, I explained, was to ensure we have parks for public use.

It was only when we were going to a local regional park that I realized she had actually been paying attention.  The park had a day-use fee, which I paid. As we parked, she looked at me and asked why I had to pay to enter the park when our tax dollars pay for it.

I fumbled my answer, at which point she argued the arrangement was “like buying a dog and then having to pay every time you want to pet it.”

Out of the mouths of babes.

 

Photo source: NatWhitePhotography on Pixabay


 

 

3 Days, 3 Bubba Quotes Day 2

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Confessions of an Irish Procrastinator nominated me to do the 3 Day, 3 Quote Challenge. Thank you, you Penitent, Irish, Faffer. 

To find out what Faffer means, go ask her. You’ll have a good time.

I decided to use Bubba quotes for this three-day challenge. They pair well.  To kick off Day 2, see quote above.

The Rules:

  • Thank the person who nominated you. (Thanks, IP!)
  • Post a quote for three consecutive days.
  • Nominate three bloggers each day.

The Three bloggers I nominate:

The Footnote: No obligation to take part. But if you have your own Bubba, feel free to borrow the idea.

 

Photo source: Pixel 2013 on Pixabay


 

My First Award: The Liebster!

Liebster-Award-3Reading blogs is, for me, a way to travel, because I discover new things. There’s that initial “lost feeling” experience when I first arrive. The longer I stay in a place, I’m able to get my bearings, start noticing details of the place, and meet some local folks. Then, when I head off to explore new lands, I carry these traveler-impressions with me.

Since joining the blogging community, I’ve heard tales told by people of all ages and from around the globe. I’ve experienced the wonderful cadences, vocabulary and slang of different places.  Rarely do I know the age of a blogger, certainly not at the outset; there’s something liberating about that. I gain different perspectives of the world and am reminded we don’t all see things the same way. I may know that intellectually, but this illustrates it.

And during all of this traveling, my suitcase remains in the closet and my own, snuggly bed awaits me. Pretty dang sweet.

Which is why the Liebster Award, with its tag line, “Discover New Blogs!,” feels like one traveler telling another traveler some cool places to go.

To have My Journey to Imperfection send other bloggers my way with a Liebster Award is a wonderfully, warm welcome; it’s as if Walk the Goats now has a little round dot on the blogosphere road map. Thank you Ang!

So…here we go. First: Continue reading “My First Award: The Liebster!”

3 Days, 3 Bubba Quotes Day 1

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Confessions of an Irish Procrastinator nominated me to do the 3 Day, 3 Quote Challenge. Thank you, you Penitent, Irish, Faffer. 

You, fellow bloggers, must go to her blog to figure faffer out. You’ll have a good time.

I decided to use Bubba quotes for this three-day challenge. They pair well.  To kick off Day 1: 

“Be wary of anything that can be reduced to a white powder, be it cocaine, speed, heroin, white flour or sugar.  All are potentially addictive.”  Bubba

The Rules:

  • Thank the person who nominated you. (Thanks, IP!)
  • Post a quote for three consecutive days.
  • Nominate three bloggers each day.

The Three bloggers I nominate:

The Footnote: No obligation to take part. But if you have your own Bubba, feel free to borrow the idea.

 

Photo source: Denise Chan on Unsplash


 

Cooking Without a Net

44_MomsCooking_4-24-18Some things I take for granted. Knowing how to cook is one of them. I don’t mean just being able to follow a recipe, but knowing how to ferret through the fridge and create something out of nothing. “Let’s see what the refrigerator has for dinner tonight.”

I read that a lot of people don’t know how to cook. I can’t imagine what that would be like. A grocery store would seem overwhelming, especially the produce department, with all those weird-shaped fruits and vegetables. I get intimidated when a new vegetable shows up I’ve never seen, but at least it’s surrounded by familiar friends.

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Personas & Voices: Blank Paper

Header-HomeAn interesting way to write about “self.” I find it fascinating to read a description by this blogger that separates mind from body, as if two distinctly different things.  Given the sometimes contradictory ways my own inner personas can respond to something, I totally get this.

 

 

BLOG: Blank Paper ~ “Conversations with Myself”

Post:  “What Does it Mean to Love Others”

“I didn’t love myself, too busy being desperate to be loved. My mind and body did not care for each other we just so happened to be roommates. Roommates who never appreciated each other or saw each other as equals.” 


 

Costco Shopping Daze

Clark Young, UnsplashI like to think when I walk into a retail store that I’m going to walk in, stride over to what I need, check out, and go home.

Rarely does it go that smoothly.

Retail stores know how to entice. Their shelves and displays, with their temptations, sale signs, and ever-changing inventory, pull me in and before I know it, I’m in a shopper’s daze.

Costco is fiercely adept at this retail game: they constantly move products around; provide no signage, forcing wayward wandering; go big on seasonal displays; and eliminate products with enough randomness to suggest the idea of future scarcity.  Must. Buy. Now.

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Bubba-Quotes

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Quotes can inspire.

Bubba-quotes can entertain or…just leave me scratching my head.

Time to serve up a few. They’re perfect tidbits…when I got nothin’.

“It wasn’t the least I could do, but it was close.”

“I haven’t tried, but not for lack of effort.”

“I’m a man of few words, and fewer actions.”


 

50 Posts!

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When I started this blog on March 2nd, I wasn’t sure what I’d write about. Or how often I’d write. I knew I wanted structure and I hoped setting up a blog would give me that. When I decided to do it, it was a pretty spontaneous idea.

I had done a blog a year ago–Pursuing Podcasts–for a class. My engagement faded when the class ended. But the class got me started and I learned rudimentary blogging skills. I had used the Lovecraft theme on the free WordPress platform for the class. Since I was familiar—although rusty—with it, I stuck with that rather than pick a new one. One less hurdle to slow me down.

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On Hold and A Handbasket to H*ll

39_Hold_Handbasket_4-20-18I call my insurance company and a robotic voice answers, telling me to press 1 for English. The voice returns and tells me to enter my account number.  I punch 9 digits. Brief silence and then robotic voice tells me to press 2 for sales; 3 for billing; 4 for…I press 3, listen to a few rings, and get another robot, who again wants my account number. I re-enter the same 9 digits. Another brief silence and then I’m advised that the “next available representative will take my call” and “this call may be recorded for training purposes.”

Some sites give me an idea how long I can expect to wait. Most sites have some looped-music that plays to keep me distracted, although some leave me sitting in silence.

This happens with almost every vendor I call.

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The Spinster & The Girl on a Horse

38_Spinster-Horse_4-19-18Miss O’Connor lived in a small, blue, clapboard house, around the corner from the library. It was a short walk: out the front door, down one step to the sidewalk, past a neatly trimmed lawn edged by two rows of pansies, then 52 steps to the library entrance.  It was a walk Miss O’Connor made every week of the year, except the third week of November.

She read one book a week.  The week of January 1st was always a book from the self-help section, read in an effort to quiet her inner qualms.  It was the perfect time to lead with hope and potential. In 1984 it had been The Road Less Traveled.  In 1993, Healing the Shame that Binds You.

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A Jedi Mind-Trick

37_jedi-trick.jpgBubba and I had a party to go to across town. It was the wet of winter; rains and winds swirled outside and the sun had long set on the horizon. The idea of driving that night was unappealing; 30 minutes to get there in the dark on wet and very windy roads that risked flooding, plus the drive back after monitoring our drinking. It was a holiday party, requiring us to get dressed up in fancy attire.

As we mulled over the upcoming event the day was closing in on, we could feel resistance to the idea of going. The couch, with its warm and fluffy blanket, beckoned. Several unwatched movies lay on the table. We had hot chocolate and crème de menthe to warm up the evening.

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