i-Phone 4s

I’m slowly learning how to use the i-Phone 4s that Hay sent me for Christmas.  On Tuesday, I drove o Kelowna to pick it up from the guys who had ‘unlocked’ it .  O n Thursday I went to Telus on 27^th St. to get the Sim card and the cheapest plan on the planet because I won’t be doing much phoning or texting with it.  I hope to successfully download Kakao Talk so that I can text with Hay, but so far my efforts have not been successful.  I’m downloading Skype for i-Phone as I type this blog.  I’ve taken some pictures and e-mailed them to people, including myself.  It’s the only way I can think of to get them into my i-Photo.  It works, and the pictures are good, that is they are now good.  The first ones were all shaky.  I wish I had had it when I took the picture of the bench on the cross country ski trail at Silver Star because I entered that picture in a contest and it was accepted, but they asked if I could send an enlargement, which I wasn’t able to do because my camera had been set at a smaller setting when I took the original.  With this i-Phone, I can specify as I transfer or e-mail the photos whether I want them in any of five different sizes, from quite small to VERY BIG.  Skype is now loaded and Kakao Talk appears to be loading.  This is fun, but I still hope I get enrolled for seniors’ tutorials in the i-Phone at the library. Twice last week, I called the number that I had copied from the local paper;  I left my number but was never called back.  Oh well, I’m retired, and retired people are like guerilla warriors; they may not have the guns and money by they have all the time in the world and they know the territory.  I must be feeling threatened by technology in spite of my bravado because I see that war analogies have come to mind a few times lately.  As the young man at Telus was setting up my Sim card, etc., he commented that I had the same iPhone as he did.  My instant response was, “Just because I’ve got the gun doesn’t mean I can shoot it.”  He thought that was funny, but I was dead serious.  At least I’ve advanced to the point where I don’t shake when I point it to take a picture.  And my tapping, sliding and pinching techniques are improving.  I no longer hit the setters as if it were a 1940s typewriter.

Aside from the i-Phone, the week has been almost uneventful, except that in a moment of exuberance after swimming on Wednesday, I decided to do a handstand in the shallow end of the pool.  When my right hand hit the bottom, I felt the shoulder bone slip.  As soon as I broke the surface, I looked and saw a wee bump where a bone was protruding into my armpit, nothing like the other 3 dislocations, but painful.  I walked to the edge of the pool, placed the forearm flat on the side and pushed up hard with my left fist.  POP!  It went back in.  By then, the lifeguard had approached.  She laughed and asked me how many times that had happened before.  I told her twice on the right arm.  She just smiled and said that it gets easier to reset each time, but it pops out more easily too.  Well, now I know another thing I can’t do, but I’m sure there are more discoveries in store for me in the future.  The pain was nothing compared to the other times, but neither did I have any wonder drugs, so it actually hurt a bit for a couple of days, but it’s fine now. 

The view from Alder Point

The inversion as seen from Silver Star.  Vernon has been shrouded under this for over a week, but the sun is bright above.