I'd called S.M. to see about getting together. She called back around 10:15, when she got my message. Garden club is next week, she said. I've got to remember to bake some cookies. S. said the workmen were almost done the renovations of her kitchen. It's been a long process, and I'm sure she'll be glad to have it done. She'll be down in Maryland at her nephew's house for a few days this week. It's her sister P.M.'s son and his family. We talked about getting together the week after that or so. She's got a lot of holiday concerts to go to.
A had left feedback about calling around 10:15. I saw it around 10:45, and he called around 11. He had some stories to tell. I was laughing for about five minutes straight at one of them. Some of his friends are wacky. I live vicariously through others, and A.'s friends always give him good stories, particularly his newish acquaintance J., who sounds like quite the character. Well, A. likes to give people laughs.
I didn't get to sleep until five or six. I'm not sure what my problem was. I shut off the computer at three, and I thought I felt tired then. I couldn't sleep, though, and ended up surfing the web on my phone for a while. It was surprisingly easy, considering the 3 1/2 inch screen. I'm sure that for me the physical keyboard helps. I had communicated extensively with J. of AE about e-readers, and read more reviews of them. I added some of the tech websites as favorites on the phone. We'll see if I can find the favorites page.
Dad called to me at twelve-thirty or so to say that he'd brought popcorn chicken. I was still extremely dazed, and it took me a while to get moving. I suppose that since he'd stopped at KFC/Taco Bell, he thought it would be only polite to bring me something. He had a gordita or something. The popcorn chicken made for an odd "breakfast" for me. Dad had gotten clementines in his travels, too, so I had one.
I appreciated Dad's gesture, as strange as fried chicken first thing in my "morning" was. I had brought enough Chinese food home for everyone last time I was at the secondhand bookstore strip mall and stopped in the Chinese take-out place there. Perhaps he thought of that.
My day's been pretty quiet. I put in a few phone calls here and there to get various things straightened out.
Inspired by TeddyPig's post about Android tablets, I looked at online reviews of tablets. He holds the iPad near sacred. He frequently sings its praises. He was advising against getting a Kindle Fire or Kobo Nox. I'll have to ask the Pig what he thinks of the Nook Tablet, but I imagine his response would be much the same. Those machines have Android in them, but you have to hack them to get the full effect of a tablet. Then, of course, you wouldn't get support for them if your hacks made them fail. I wouldn't even know where to start.
TeddyPig recommended that if you didn't get an iPad, you should at least get a tablet that was designed to be fully functional. He recommended the Asus eee Pad Transformer. I read some reviews of that, and it said that the physical keyboard you can get for it locks things up at times. If it happened all the time, it really wouldn't be worth it. The tablet has wi-fi but doesn't have 3G. I think I'd like to have a physical keyboard you could attach, though.
It seems like tablets are somewhere between e-readers and computers, or somewhere between smartphones and computers, depending. I had thought that the thing I'd like that would be between a desktop computer and an e-reader would be a laptop. Not like Dad's netbook, which overbalances because of the weight of the battery. You have to really hold onto it, and at a particular angle, so it doesn't fall over. Something bigger than that, or at least better balanced than that. However, if the Asus eee Pad physical keyboard worked, it sounds like that would be pretty cool.
Something to consider, anyway.
S. called, and we talked relationship things. He went there. I was like, "I've read about that in books." I went there in return, to my limited having been there. I'm not sure if me saying, "I've read about that" was helpful. At least I wasn't shocked. We talked about emotional components to relationships as well. I'm not going to get specific about where he went, because there's a chance he might read this. Let's just say it was mild to moderate compared to some of the gay erotica stories I've read.
The emotional things going on seemed to be of much more importance. I am no relationship expert, but I listened and gave my opinion on the situations as seemed appropriate. S. said he had various people he could talk to, which was good. I asked what the ones he'd talked to thought. There seemed to be some agreement.
I was touched that S. trusted me enough to talk in detail to me about a relationship. He's my secret love child, but there were many things in that conversation he wouldn't/couldn't tell his real mother. S. knows that I wouldn't tell anyone -- well, except for in very vague and general terms here.
(Added: Also, getting specific wouldn't be right, in addition to the slight chance that S. would read this.)