Daily Writing Prompt: How do you use social media.

It is just there, has a daily existence in my life. The computer sits on the desk in the living room, I have an iPad, an iPhone, it is ever present. I am a Facebook member (unfortunately). If life gets boring, then have a look in facebook to see the stupid stories about cats, dogs, cooking recipes and silly stupid accidents that people have. If you cannot sleep at night, have look on you iPhone, you are bound to find something to watch. Perhaps you might fall asleep with the phone in you hand (no, not really, but it could happen). I must admit I am a victim of social media. I write my blog(s) daily (but never in Facebook) I have a look now and again to see if I get a comment. The boring life of a golden oldie I suppose. And at the moment I am writing for my daily writing prompt.

And of course, now and again I take a photo on my iPhone to illustrate my writing. During the afternoon I have nothing better to do than write my ideas. Of course I like reading, but on my Kindle during the evening. It is easier to read, light weight and nicely illuminated. Yes I am a fool for social media. When my phone makes a “ping” noise it means someone wants to talk to me, not really talk, but there is a message and this can be a 24hour occurrence, althouigh I do sleep during the night.

I do actually talk to real people, not that you think I am addicted to social media. I actually wanted to leave Facebook and I really tried, but I could not find out how to do it. So I am still there, although rarely pass a comment, although – yes, my old school in England has a site for us one-time school girls, and it is interesting to see what they are now doing today. My class mates are now also 79-80 years old and many of us are there. You are never alone with an i-Phone I suppose.

RDP Monday: Dud

It is a Revox radio, definitely not a dud, but for me it is a dud. Mr. Swiss was an expert on such machines and always got the best. Unfortunately Mrs. Swiss was not an expert. I could switch it on and off and even find the channels, but when he left I realised I had no idea how this wonderful (expensive) machine worked. Since I have discovered that Revox are a collectors item, being the best you could have. They are no longer being manufactured and so I have it on the shelf. I am sure it works perfectly but over my comprehension.

Daily Writing Prompt: Jot Down the first thing that comes to your mind.

Sunday Evening and time to think about something to eat. I had to examine the contents of what was still in the fridge and found a pot of celery salad which I quite like. I do not make it myself, the local store does a good mixture. I also had some chicken left from yesterday evening. Actually I put it on one side to eat this evening. A tomato, cucumber, beetroot was also available as well as some cheese, so what could be better: a mixed cold dish for the evening meal with some salard cream and fresh bread – the first things coming to my mind for an evening meal. Just five minutes preparation for my dish.

RDP Saturday: Planning

Planning is not something you can do where Mr. Swiss is involved. You would think that being in his golden olidie home he could not disappear, but Mr. Swiss can do that. I arrived today, but he was not in the dining room with the other inmates. No problem, he was probably outside having a cigarette or??? No he was not outside, so I went to his room thinking he would be there. No chance the room was empty. After seeing some of the carers, they said he cannot disappear. However they do not know Mr. Swiss. He can disappear without problem. I now went to the first floor in the house, and there he was all on his own sitting at a table in his wheelchair.

He was pleased to see me, but I noticed he was not in a good mood, one of those difficuilt days. I suppose we all have them when reaching the age of 86, but no matter what I said or did, it was wrong. He then decided to go outside for a cigarette. I should give him one. I do not smoke and have no cigarettes, they are in the golden oldie home. Then he drifted off again in his wheelchair. After an hour of his planning, which was not planning but just his complicated thoughts. I decided to go home. I do not live far away. As I left I told one of the carers he was on the first floor, and not so secure in his ideas. She said she would check on him and I said goodbye and returned home.

Planning seems to be a foreign word in his vocabulary.