I had this plan for today. After getting Alex to El Cerrito where he would take and pass his drivers test I would run some errands I have had on hold for a while. Since George was due in late afternoon, I at least would have the car for the morning before doing the drop off at work run. It was raining which makes hiking 1-2 miles into work a bit sucky for either DD#2 or Alex.
At least that was what I had planned last night. Things changed this morning.Remember, this is the replacement phone for the one that was stolen in Nepal. Which was a replacement for the one I dropped down the side of a waterfall in Iceland fall of 2015. I haven’t had great luck with phones. First, my phone went to blank Apple Screen some time in the middle of the night and refused to either change or turn off. Significantly similar to that wonderful Windoze Blue Screen of Death. Second was that the DMV decided that Alex needed not just his NY license (note, he is well past 21) but a copy of his birth certificate in order to apply for a license. That is right. A Birth Certificate, which could belong to anyone and doesn’t even have a picture. Never mind other state and California ID.
Completely irritated, we stopped for both coffee and some groceries on the way home. Instead of my planned errands I set out for the Berkeley 4th street Apple Store. A couple of hours and a lovely tech later, I had my phone wiped, restored from backup and headed home as I didn’t have enough time to run errands and get home before 1315.
Well, the re-install didn’t last even two hours so back to Apple I went. This time we tried a wipe, and installing as a new phone. That didn’t want to work either which left me with two choices – a loaner phone till next week or go to Bay Street (Emeryville) and just swap out for a new phone. It was raining. People driving are idiots. OTOH, this is the SF Bay where we have been in the midst of drought for almost all of the last five years (ignoring Dec/Jan last year). I drove over, got a new phone to put my SIM card in. Set it up new and barely managed to get back to the North Berkeley BART before George made it from the Oakland Airport.
Remember, this is the replacement phone for the one that was stolen in Nepal. Which was a replacement for the one I dropped down the side of a waterfall in Iceland fall of 2015. I haven’t had great luck with phones.
By this time it is 1830, I am tired but we have a renovation permit being presented before the Zoning Board tonight…
(this is the dig out under the house, change the front entry so that there are stairs going into the lower level and add a bedroom, bathroom, family room and utility room on the lower level. ) We were surprised to find someone had negative comments. Something to do with “making it a multiple family home.” Our architect quietly said that the only reason it was in front of the board was because we were technically adding a sixth bedroom and then pointed out that three of the current bedrooms were “up in the eaves and didn’t meet current standards in either size or ceiling height for use of bedrooms.” The woman whined. The board passed the permit.
and now to spend the next hour once again loading my essential Apps on my phone…