Here we are slipping into August and I love it. We’re kind of halfway through summer as the crow flies and although it’s still hot, it’s gradually getting to be just right for sitting on the back porch and thinking about nothing in particular.

Someone once said August is a gentle reminder for not doing a single thing from your New Year’s resolutions for seven months and not doing it for another five. That’s me, I fear, because I still haven’t vacuumed the ceiling fan in the bedroom that I promised myself I would back in January (the thinking at the time being that there would be enough wind in the spring to blow the cobwebs out the window).

I read somewhere there’s a philosophical difference in the way people keep their housekeeping. First, there’s the person who makes the bed every morning, all tidy and tight with hospital corners. Then there’s the type who figures it will get all messed up again when they go to bed that night anyway, so why bother. Somewhere in between are the bedspread flingers. Am I alone on this?

Last weekend I went through my annual “going through the closet” motions to pick out what I should give up on. There’s one pair of jeans that have developed a couple of holes around the knee and pocket area, but these days those holes add another ten bucks to the price of new jeans, so I’m keeping them.

Speaking of clothes, we’re entering that back-to-school period, the time to get new clothes and all the other things the kiddoes are needing, that is, if you’re not one of those parents that get mileage out of hand-me-downs. If nothing else, you can stock up on the Halloween items they’ve already started putting on the shelves, but I don’t think the tax free back-to-school weekend coming applies to those.

Come to think of it, we may still have some Halloween candy left over from last year. Just in case, I looked in our pantry and found, not candy, but a box of graham crackers that had an expiration date of March, 2017. I’m thinking it’s a good thing clothes don’t have an expiration date. Granted, there may be a “best when used by” date, but other than that we’re talking an indefinite time limit. Holes and all.

Sometimes I feel like I’ve passed my own “best when used by date,” but then something new comes along that gets one all worked up. As if it hasn’t been bandied about enough, I keep reading discourses and little factoids about new and modern ways of doing things and technological advances that has given us an abundance of labor saving devices and short cuts. We’ve been living in a electronically-technologically whatchmacallit world for at least a good two decades now, and even more so since the invasion of the quote-unquote smartphones 10 or 11 years ago. Things are moving along at what seems like such a fast clip I’m having a hard time keeping up, and every now and then certain things give me pause.

Take the silliness of talking on the telephone while driving a car. It doesn’t seem so long ago that all telephones were hard wired to the wall and there were people called operators who did all the connecting. This came back to me the other day while I was driving and a song came on called Operator by Jim Croce. You may know it; it came out in 1973, and it talks about a guy calling information for a long distance number; a number scribbled on a matchbook cover that had faded out. I’m betting that most of the 18 year-olds entering college this fall have no idea what an operator is/was, as well as a matchbook cover or even something called long distance. On top of that, the song ends with, “you can keep the dime.” More confusion.

Clearly, it’s a very nice song, but one that really needs to be annotated.

To be honest though, in spite of all my rankling about technology, I was listening to the song through my car radio which was Bluetoothed from my Amazon Fire tablet with music downloaded from Spotify.

Did I just use Bluetooth as a verb?

This leads me to wonder if there was hoopla back in 1930 on the introduction of the first car radio – the “Motorola.” Imagine that, Russ Columbo crooning for your girlfriend in your Dusenberg.. That was 88 years ago, and here we are now with the Bluetooth thingamabob and somewhere out there Justin Bieber is crooning to somebody else’s girlfriend.

Oh my. What Heraclitus said around 500 BC still goes, that the only thing that’s constant is change. And change isn’t necessarily bad.

But Justin Bieber, like those stale graham crackers, must go.