Apple Store On a Monday in October

A hundred people… Everyone is waiting, Well, most are.

Waiting for The geniuses: Those employees Deemed worthy To tell us why Our silicon idols no Longer respond to Our pokes, swipes, Presses, and prods.

They are the high priests of Our digital worship.

Bless my device, Father, for I Have sinned.

We are all, Each of us, Trapped in digital purgatory.

Our coins tinkle As they spill on The floor in our eagerness To buy Our indulgences.

A few today Are new to our religion. They browse the Sacred art shop For an icon They can call their own.

But it is not theirs. None of this is. We pay exorbitant costs just to be in the collective.

Salvation One app At a time.

The neophyte converts don’t know the secret We devout followers do: That it is already too late.

Once you drink the wine, (even a sip) you are a lifelong drunkard, a rollicking adherent to the cult of Apple.

We don’t even bother to argue our superiority any longer… We know critical mass was reached long ago.

This is why most of us In church today are happy to be here, Loved by digital god.

Well, don’t complain too much for a woman in her 70s!!! Billions will always wonder ‘what would I have looked like if I got old?’ That’s a new world problem though.

I always wished my blonde hair was lighter. But I wish even more that my beard matched the top of my head.

I’ll settle for being reasonably fit and energetic, though neither of us can go as fast as we did even 5y ago.

We spent a lovely weekend with old friends in Irving and hit a couple of museums. This morning we strolled around the lake, enjoying the weather you mention.

Tonight, we’re in Denton at a hotel. We’ll make it down to the square in a little bit to watch the weirdos.

Had to pop in the Apple Store this afternoon to replace a failed AirPod. The wait was long enough I was able to scribe this gem:

Otherwise, we are doing very little. Just finished weekly watchtower. Again about repentance. I reached out to your youngest daughter to encourage her to return to Jehovah.

We’ll be back tomorrow and I’ll resume work on campervan 2.0. Major redo.