Got my upgrade/replacement Sidekick II yesterday. She’s very very nice. It didn’t come with a little wrist strap like the old one, so I removed the old wrist strap and attempted to attach it at the appropriate place on the new one. And proceeded to scratch and destroy the casing around the place where a strap would attach. And then it turned out to not fit right, so I did more damage getting it off.
There’s nothing I like better than mangling something less than 24 hours after I have it.
Now I get to make angry eyes at T-Mobile for not providing a damned wrist strap. Because without one, it’s only a matter of time before I fling it on the floor. Mr. Dump looked at the old one, which I now have to ship back, and said “Wow, you really abused this thing.” Not on purpose. But the paint was chipping and I’d actually worn the letters off some of the buttons and the menu button was kind of sticky. Yes, I use it all day, every day. I am afraid This one is due for the same type of wear and tear.
I will also take a picture with the camera and share it with you. Interestingly, the one I just mailed to myself looked WAY better on the cameras screen than it did on my computer. Huh.
Okay, here it is one for you. I didn’t adjust the color or brightness.
For some reason, my mom’s answering machine doesn’t like me. It keeps hanging up on me. Oh sure, it’s polite enough. It thanks me for my call before cutting me off. I can’t tell if it’s because her machine is full (which seems unlikely, but you never know. Maybe they don’t erase anything, ever) or maybe I’m pausing too long between sentences. Do I have to starttalkinglikethissoitwon’tthinki’mdone?
Maybe I’ll just ask her to make sure it’s not full. I like to pause for a breath once in a while.
Yesterday at about 6:30pm or so (I think – I didn’t look at my watch but I know the Sox game was already over) we were looking around at the cars at the new Saturn dealership in Fitchburg, which is maybe a mile or so from the Fitchburg airport, and I heard the sound of a plane engine suddenly change (like someone suddenly stepped on the gas) so I looked up – just in time to watch one plane cut right across the path of another, at what appeared to me to be the EXACT same altitude. I mean, I’ve seen planes fly close to each other, but this was a near-miss, no two ways about it. The sound I heard must have been the turning plane trying to speed up when it realized it was turning in front of someone. My best guess is the turning guy was circling in for a landing (taking left turns) and the other guy was taking off, because he continued on straight afterward.
I swear to God, my stomach went up into my throat when I looked up and saw those two planes no more than 100 or 200 feet from each other.
Mr. Dump, who was in a different part of the car lot than I was, confirmed that he looked up too and thought the same thing, that they were seconds from a crash. There was no mistaking how close they were to each other, and why the engine sound changed.
So were those pilots required by some sort of law to report the near miss? I certainly hope so. With all the BS going on because the Fitchburg airport doesn’t have a tower, this kind of thing MUST be on record. It should be on the pilot’s record, and the airport’s record. I am not anti-airport, but I am anti-unsafe flying, and the guy landing most definitely made a horrifically unsafe move.
The fever is gone, so we are actually enjoying the weekend. Thank goodness! I was about done dealing with sick little boy.
So this is short because it’s a 75 degree fall day and I am not staying inside the house.