Jessamyn@jessamyn@glammr.us
As I am speedreading these websites, Steve is telling me about his diabetes ("the sugar"), his old job as a janitor ("nice people") or his all black cat who likes to snuggle with him in his easy chair. I know this is how old timers make friends and I am both honored and a terrible multitasker. This takes longer than I'd prefer, but the %$&$#&^ thing FINALLY gets wiped and then we get to go through the mind-numbing steps of typing in the numbers from the Tracphone activation/minutes hokey-pokey.
Jessamyn@jessamyn@glammr.us
Steve has a shaky hand and can neither type the numbers in nor read them to me because he forgot his glasses.
Despite this, he is delightful company and when we finally make his FIRST CELL PHONE CALL EVER (and set up his voicemail, and write down EVERY password) we're both making too much celebratory noise for the library.
Earlier, Pat from last week dropped by with a loaf of cinnamon bread as a thanks for making her Windows laptop faster last week and I send Steve home with some.