Frustrating, but business as usual.

Remember the 9 year old who was raped by her stepfather until she became pregnant with twins?

Well the Catholic Church has come out with a clarification of her case.

( And it's pretty much what you would expect )

Connected, sort of.

For the first time in my life, I am now the proud (if somewhat disconcerted) possessor of a cell phone.

I got one of the kind where you buy the phone and buy the minutes to put on it.  So if I don't like it I just put it in a dark box for ninety days and it quits being an issue--I'm out fifty dollars but at least I have no ongoing committment.  Yes, ninety days--I opted for the phone that had the minutes that lasted ninety days instead of thirty because thirty is just a racket, even if the ninety day minutes cost a bit more.

I'm not telling you what the number is, though I do know it.  No offense, but posting it on the web would just be stupid; I'm sure there are spiders that crawl around the web looking for defenseless phone numbers and pouncing on them and paralyzing them with one bite and then wrapping them up in silk for later and maybe even laying their eggs... Okay that metaphor got a bit out of hand.  Quick, stamp on it before the eggs hatch.

But I'm not planning on using it much. 

However I'm having the kitchen remodeled (the whole "bad back plus a kitchen designed for someone eight inches shorter than I am" thing) and I'm worried that the bloke delivering, say, the sink, will call me to see if I'm home and I'll be in the back yard turning the compost heap and won't hear the land line, and he'll say to himself "blast!  Well, I guess I'll deliver this toilet to Knoxville then.  She'll have to call and reschedule; it's her own fault for not keeping her phone on her."

So now I have a phone I *can* keep on me.

( There's lots more about the phone but I'm cutting for the sake of the rest of the world, who did this ten years ago and are *so* over it. )