The Internet is a great source of free information and instant-gratification communication. Want to know the latest-breaking news in Bangkok? Log onto the Bangkok Post? Need to send a bouquet of flowers for your sister’s birthday…today? You can track and transact anything online now. See if your check cleared. Post a response on a bulletin board. Endless.
The downside is that there’s the token tool to protect your privacy….the login and the password for each site and portal. At last count, I had 26 logins and passwords. My management strategy? Nothing.
Some of the logins or passwords are duplicates, but still, when some websites aren’t visited very infrequently, I can’t remember what login or password I set up for it. I’m having way too many senior moments, when I have only just conceded to being middle-aged. Yes it’s easy to get passwords reset when they send you via email a new one instantly, but still… I don’t write them down. Maybe I should.
It was a sad day Tuesday; I went to a memorial service for someone I had worked with ten years ago. I hadn’t been kept in touch with her much since we both left that workplace. But a mutual friend told me she had had a lung transplant in February. (No, she wasn’t a smoker.) So I’d called her up in May. She’d been recuperating in a rehab apt. in Stanford. She sounded hearty, in good spirits. On the phone, I remembered her vibrant smile. Sadly in early June, she lapsed into a coma. She was 56, too young to die, with so much potential unfulfilled. Yeah, I’m overwhelmed with the usual angst about why is it those who shouldn’t die young do, and we should live each day to the fullest because we never know, etc, etc.
As I’m writing this in our bedroom, Joe is packing his stuff for our trip, and there’s a pesky fly we’re trying to slay before we go to sleep. Unfortunately, it’s tending to take refuge in the higher parts of the ceiling.