I got a smart phone, like a normal well-adjusted modern adult.  Which, because of the magnets in my fingertips and the inherent evil that my hands automatically spew upon the electrified world,  did take some hassle to unravel at the neighborhood radio- shack- type store.  It’s like the more advanced in technology something is, the more of an effect I have upon the ease of ushering it into my daily stream.  Ask the lady at the electronics store today when she was trying to activate my phone.  No no no there is no way I could activate it myself, I am not that advanced in wired communication.  Seriously the strangest combinations of problems arose for such a simple routine. Yet, after determination, positive attitude, and closed fists, I am an owner of a smart and small device that you can also use to call people.

Because of this handy new tool, Marigold is experiencing a new way to express herself, in a quieter way.

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