One of the most irksome of the many challenging episodes tainting yours truly’s recent existential landscape has been my dementia afflicted mother’s recent inability to fathom how the TV remote control functions. Consequently, even the most basic of acts, such as taking the telly out of standby mode, or merely changing channel, are now as…
Tag: technology
Snooping
After two weeks where I’ve encountered several failed attempts at getting my MacBook operating system upgraded, I can finally announce macOS Big Sur is now running the devices hardware management system. This statement bringing forth two very differing emotions in GJ Strachan. One the happiness borne from witnessing my perseverance eventually overcame these OS problems…
My Mate Marmite
Whoever dishes out serendipity, be that god, karma, fate or astrologer Russell Grant, divine spirits have been good to me over recent days. Yesterday’s gravy, adding to the glee evoked by my footballing paramours winning the championship on Saturday, finding out that marmite deodorant/body spray is actually a thing! The opinion dividing Vegemite spread now…
Looking Through The Egg Timer
Some days you just can’t resist looking through an egg timer! ……
Putting Out Fires With Gasoline
Over the past two evenings I’ve lit two chiminea fires. Occasions where I’d sat contentedly adjacent to the pyre, while warmth from the blaze warmed my short clad legs and cockles of my heart…… Or should that be warmed the heartles of my…….. Ok, ok, stop that right now, Strachan! There’s fewer endorphin boosting redolences…
Dotty Dialogue
I’ve been delayed in writing today’s frivolous literary cook up; a consequence of setting up an Amazon Echo Dot. This device delivered just as I’d earlier parked my posterior on a dining chair and opened my laptop lid with lexicological intent. Ordinarily, when confronted with such distractions, I’ll remain steadfastly focussed upon the written job…
Old School Alexas
There are numerous instances on social media (SM) where individuals have posted their belief that in contemporary times smart phones are guilty of ‘Big Brother’ like surveillance. This paranoia fed by logging onto the likes of Facebook or Instagram timelines to witness advertisements for random products of which the ‘victim’ recently spoke. As I’ve experienced…
No Horticultural Pain. No Aesthetic Gain!
Today witnessed only the third drive of my car since lockdown. This to collect, at compliant social distancing, an afternoon tea gift for my mum in gratitude for letting me reside in her home on a pepper-corn rent. My benevolence bolstered further by her tolerating my capricious moods and, more importantly, mater desisting from her…
Pause For Applause
I’ve just returned indoors after partaking in a two minute ‘Clap for Carers’. This national weekly ritual affording Britain’s populace a platform to express gratitude to it’s care workers. People whose hard graft currently underpins the UK’s resolve amid this era of jeopardy. Individuals whose stoicism keep this sceptred isle’s candle burning, as COVID-19, working…