Automated Conversations


Bundle package firm
Functions no competition
Customers anguish
Near gone days converse humans
Texts robotic replacements

Tanka poem above ~ hilarious explanation
1. I needed an answer to a question.
2. Prepared with account number I soon
met my first dilemma.
3. Oh dear I need my glasses as the company’s 800 number
is spelled out (alphabetic).
4. I placed the call and listened to the menu selection.
5. ‘Other’ was my chosen option.
6. I’m told next step in process was receipt of a text message.
7. Instructions to access a hyperlink made me stop and think.
8. Being polite I replied to the text with ‘no thank you’.
9. I left the room to conduct a search via another method.

Imagine reading this ‘next’ text (verbatim).
“I’m sorry. I’m a bot and I’m still learning. Ask your questions…



Word of the Day: Telephone

Time changes.

Either we adapt or we fall behind.

Technology is constantly changing which requires learning the new stuff.

Today cell phones are everywhere – rings and dings for older folk a nightmare.

I sure wish I could turn back time and carry on a conversation without interruptions.

What happened to actual human interaction? Why is everyday life now complicated?

Questions. questions and more questions.

Gone are the days we could sit quietly with our princess phone or prepare our meals

while chatting with a friend thanks to an extra-long phone cord attached to our

wall phone.

Today we carry around our phones. They are onboard everywhere we choose to visit.

Unless we shut them off, there is little peace from them and all those unwanted

incoming texts, calls and voicemails not to mention the monthly bill.

Besides the annoyances described above is the actual panic when one can’t locate

their phone.

It’s near impossible if turned off and of course there’s the issue with battery drain.

I realize many folk from younger generations don’t share these views with regard

to telephones.

Would they change their minds? Doubtful.

One wish I can never has is to turn back time. I can remember though the days

when life was simple and we didn’t live in fear of answering our telephone(s).

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/07/13/telephone/







Difficult Times

Unbelievable!!

Sitting before computer feeling numb

Decorated Police Sergeant crossed over

Age 52 battle with Covid-19 succumb

Those left behind now broken-hearted

Grief journey begins mourning departed

A firm believer in the Lord questions


Online she watches funeral procession

For those who actually live with someone

Give thanks no idea feeling nights lonesome

Please don’t complain about caddy stuff

Result older woman possibility high throw up

Those who have lost loved ones understand me


Fact two children reside in Heaven unknowns quickly flee


Lately I wonder why God chose a keep me here plan


Renewed zest for living follow major operation stolen

Prepared emotionally,, spiritually obvious not chosen time

Aftermath prisoner intrusive thoughts spite ne’er commit crime

Down-trodden broken-hearted alone this cruel world daily face

Ask Lord reveal reason why actual timing deceit surface

Anger, bitterness ‘n resentment overwhelm
ed fight depression

Inner struggle desire overcome worse should go route confession

No idea if occasional writing reading between lines posts still therapeutic

Guess best keep quiet refrain reveal truth late stage in life serves no purpose

To divulge dirty secrets cause much personal familial strife
and critique

My cross to bear non-wish others burden thanks to real life reveal composer

Sunday Poser #25

Today’s question: Are you easily embarrassed and what embarrasses you?

Throughout my youth the answer to the first portion of the posed question

was a definite ‘yes’.

As a child of an alcoholic father and a mother who suffered from the

undiagnosed mental disorder ‘agoraphobia’ I always felt like I wasn’t

good enough especially throughout my high school years.

Although an honor roll student, some friends’ parents frowned on

their child hanging out with me.

Interesting how adults can be so cruel to children.

Here I was a victim of society, wearing hand-me down clothes and

sadly placed in an unwanted category due to circumstances I didn’t

create, circumstances totally beyond any teenager’s control.

To the snobbish parents it didn’t matter that I was an honor-roll student

because after all their daughter was the head cheerleader.

Life isn’t always fair for certain – a lesson I learned early-on.

I vowed ‘never’ to repeat that pattern with my own family and I kept

that promise.

My youngest daughter was a member of the cheering squad at

the vocational high school she attended and head cheerleader

during her senior year.

All her friends, even some of different color, were welcome in my

home.

I never wanted any child to feel the wrath of embarrassment

bestowed upon me during my youth.

Clothes don’t make a person and today I dress according to how

I feel.

If I should decide to head out to the supermarket wearing my

jogging pants and a sweatshirt with no makeup and run into an

old acquaintance I don’t feel an iota of embarrassment.

To me a person’s clothing is not of the utmost importance anyway.

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/04/25/sunday-poser-25/

Past Tired of Negatives

A few weeks ago I made a promise to myself to write ‘positive’ posts as people

either enjoy drama, disagree or flee from the follower count community.

I even gave my new project a title ‘Tapestry of My Life’ and then as usual

since walking from a relationship that drained my savings account ‘problems.

Perhaps in 2010 I wasn’t thinking thru the impulsive move that would soon

find me face-to-face with unbelievable dire effects void of actual solutions and

assistance.

Eleven years together and now we were arguing on a daily basis.

I wanted to escape.

I wanted to secure a residence.

The downfall in the economic situation led to my long term partner’s

sudden unemployment.

Our home was headed for foreclosure.

He frowned on working more local for one half his salary.

Although I understood the principle behind his thinking pattern, I had

no clue he was suffering from depression.

Rather I attributed his actions or inaction to lack of common sense as

to me some income was better than none.

I moved alright – from the frying pan into the fire!

Sadly, I regret the only impulsive decision I ever made (if correct) in

my entire life.

There’s a lesson here: “Give plenty of thought to what’s happening around

you, the future down the road and those who claim they’ll be there for you.”

I accessed my blog earlier to 1. participate in a prompt challenge and 2. to

share about when, how, with whom I started my ‘creative’ journey only my

thoughts took a 360 degree turn when noises arose from my kitchen sink.

No forewarning, no notifications of scheduled maintenance – basically no

clues unless one contacts the office with questions.

The downside of tenancy in an apartment complex from which the

likelihood of securing future residence appears to be next to nil at this time..

Valentine’s Day – 2021

Compassionate man
Earlier this week text me
Hospitalized complications exam
Worries, intrusive thoughts outcome be

Words written read great concern
Amid penned ones usual pleasantness
Overall picture painted thus far bit grim
Five years platonic friends shared secrets life’s messes

Questions posed self remain unanswered
Perhaps, what ifs dance for hours through thou head
Prayers unspoken hopeful quality medical services rendered
Unfathomable good-hearted soul alone lies day ‘n night hospital bed

Valentine’s day amorous couples fortunate observations
Beautiful aromatic flowers, boxed chocolates dinner for two
Types love Bible states four, psychology today states seven
Five years shared goodwill thankful ne’er led to precarious situation

Today’s morn’s text contents words inclusive quality time together
Fact resembles deceitful husband reason never consider love relationship
Decade alone still constant overthink feel down the road both deserve better
Proceed with caution unwilling sabotage priceless half-decade friendship