Sunday. The good, lovely weather is back. Now it is a matter of what one can do with it.
This photo is from Detroit City. The weather was not lovely. I learned, however, where they hide the Whiskey Factory. It was kind of like finding Santa's Workshop. It all comes from there.
Remember my telling you that I couldn't comment on my own blog any longer? Well. . . as of today, I can't even get my email. I don't know if it is because I set up my mother's computer and used my account to put some games on it for her or if I have been hacked. Probably both. Do you know how many internet accounts you have accumulated over the last decade? I have many, most of which I have not visited in many years. They all have passwords, most of them very weak. I don't even know most of the accounts any longer let alone the passwords. But Google wants me to verify some things and so does Apple and somehow I am screwed. If I could just wipe everything out and start over, I would. I have also been sent a new debit card by my bank and am suppose to activate it immediately. I can't remember how many accounts I have used it for, however, but I will need to go into them and update the information. I've lived in a fool's paradise.
Can't we just have a do-over?
Remember when the internet was fun? Other things, too.
Well, money always changes everything, and there are always bandits looking for a dollar. Everybody wants to be rich, and the internet was there for the taking.
What will replace it? Something has to. I don't know when, but this mess can't last. There is money to be made in something new. Surely there are bandits at work as we speak.
But for now, I must muddle through my internet damage. I will start deleting old accounts if I can. It all depends on the bigs, I guess. At present, I am at their mercy.
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