Losing Your iPhone as a Senior is a Serious Problem.
I have a solution.
Two days ago, I lost my iPhone. It almost makes you feel disorientated. Luckily I could use my husband’s phone to tell my friends not to text or call me.
About a year ago, my husband and I decided to use an app to track my phone. If I ever was out running and didn’t return, he could tell where I was by checking his phone.
Weren’t we the bright lights? Apparently not. More on that later.
When we left the city and moved to the suburbs, there were two things I could not leave behind. One was my family doctor, and the other was my hairdresser.
My hair is difficult to work with. It is very thick, with cow licks in a few places, and will change the direction of the growth when it chooses. My hairdresser is now just over an hour away. She has cut my hair every month for the last 25 years.
She does a full cut and occasional color on alternate months, and then in between, she does a clean-up and thinning of my hair. It grows very fast.
Two days ago I decided to take the bus and train to her place as I wanted some time to read, and I was going to have a nice quiet day. No housework, no writing, and no chores at all. Hah!
