My, how times have changed

 As I was growing up, I always thought that my grandparents lived in the most amazing time. It had to be marvelous to watch the world go from horse and buggies to automobiles to space ships.

But, now I have to wonder about that conclusion. 

You see, we recently bought a new top loader washer and I was so very shocked to find that the washers don't have agitators any more! I mean it was merely 15 years ago that the one we bought had one. I felt comfortable with that purchase. It was  a fair exchange of like machines--with agitators and their droll swish back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

It seems that now there are 'better' ways to move clothes around to get them clean. The machine even senses the weight of the clothes and determines how much water is needed for that load--nothing for me to calculate and press corresponding buttons for the correct wash--just  turn it on and tell it what's being washed.

I am truly shocked at today's machines but, I guess I am showing my age. Or maybe it's just the fact that I am not out in the world shopping around very often and don't care to read much about what is going on out there. Whatever the reason, I am sure that both of my grandmas would be calling it all witchcraft.

I suppose the only thing I could wish for now is for an actual English-speaking person to writhe the  little manual that came with the machine.

"Possible to select the function for each program. (Example) For a simple washing as the little dirt program:" The need to work on that.


a covid tale

On Friday, the first of July, Hubby came home early because he had tested positive for covid, much to our surprise.  It was especially shocking since, for weeks and weeks, he talked about co-workers having it  and being out of work , but he never seemed to be exposed. In hindsight, it all became clear.

Hubby is a member of Toastmasters in the nearest town. But the farther we moved from 'town' the less frequently he attended meetings and saw his friends, so last Tuesday the 28th, he made a point to go to a special meeting for some fun and socializing. It seems that the meeting included balloons that the each member had to pop--but you couldn't pop it the same way anybody else did, so, Hubby tore his open with his teeth!! (That did not surprise me at all but I'm sure he got some shocked expressions!)

It seems that the one who blew up the balloons had no idea they had covid and, pretty much, gave it to all the other members in little balls of breath.

Fortunately, we both have pretty much gotten over it during the week that we are suppose to self-isolate.  But, I can only imagine how the balloon-blower-upper feels.