Tuesday’s Tell-All (I’m Just Not that Good at Being Smart)

I tend to lag in technology, often years behind the rest of the civilized world. I never claimed to be tech-savvy or even civilized, okay?

Truth is I only got a “smart phone” this year for lack of choices. I went kicking and screaming into the “smart” realm with no intention of using it for more than basics.

After a few months [eight really] I installed the Facebook app. Apparently you need a second app for Messenger so I hit the okay/install that too button.

Alright. Welcome to the year 2017.

So there I was creeping Facebook on my desktop, minding my own business while the app did its thing and suddenly I am bombarded with alarms. The phone started chiming erratically,  messages were rolling in with GIFs and crazy stickers and emoji’s. At the same time my cousin is texting me, asking if I just sent her something.

No! Oh hell, this demon possessed phone has a mind of its own!

To make a long [list of deleting apps] story short… My daughter explained the particularly bothersome app; how Messenger notifies your Facebook contacts with a suggestion to wave/interact.


Well I waved bye to most of the apps and went back to using the phone as a paperweight.


I understand now why people are glued to their devices. Bless their hearts, I’m just not that good at being smart.



A Poem & A Picture (Incognito)

Incognito (Your Eyes Disguised)

by Cagy Sly

Eyes disguised

Why do you care who I am?

What is it that makes you hide

the color of your eyes

in sky blue hydro-gel?

Combing smooth your tussled hair

striking up an odd conversation on the pet isle at Wal Mart

inquiring about the breed I am feeding.

Each look, each question — a motive

I comply, casually converse

knowing full well it has nothing to do with dogs

unless you plan to get past my pet?


You are frantic… governed by paranoia

I empathize

my own demons guarded , withering in chains

Why not introduce yourself

ask me outright

what you have spent so much effort to learn

I have no secrets

other than the fact that I know who you are

Fear not – I have a dungeon

full of mysteries

Tit for tat –

What do you see of me behind those tinted blue eyes?

Can you rest now?