The Insignificant Habits of Sonni Quick

Good morning. I was cleaning up the icons on my tablet and trashing ones I don’t use.  I opened up apps thinking, “Why did I install this? It’s taking up valuable space on my hard drive. Did you ever read the permissions you give when you install an app. Permission to get into your contact list, explore AND CHANGE things if they want to. Why not just use your browser and find it the hard way?


I checked Facebook messenger because I do use that a lot. You can’t get dragged into unnecessary gossip when there is nothing more to say over the phone.  I am NOT a phone person. I don’t like to talk on the phone and chi chat about whatever and put it off as long as possible. The ringer on my phone is turned off most of the time. I tell people if they want to talk to me, text me, and I’ll call back when I have time. ( Most phone calls are spam, anyway) Some people, when their phone rings they frantically make a dive for it interrupting what they are doing – women scrambling to dig I their purse when it rings when they are driving, feeling obligated to answer the phone. Not me. I’m not going to jump when it rings unless I’m waiting for a call. Which irritates my mother. She also wants me to check my voice mail which I only do twice a year. I can’t seem to get through to her that I never listen. “Why! Why would you not check your messages?” She says. “Because I can bring up my phone app and see you tried to call,” I explained. “Every message from you says – Hi honey, It’s mom. I want to talk to you, so give me a call when you have time.” ( She knows I hate the phone) So why do I need to go to my vm when they are all the same? I did save a few, So when her life comes to and I can still hear her voice. This is my quirk. What is weird is my kids are the same way. If I want to reach them I text and they call back if needed.

Well, gee, isn’t this interesting – the phone habits of Sonni Quick. Stay tuned . . . for the next interesting tid bit.


Got up early. OMG!! 6:30. I don’t do mornings!! I’m a night person. Always have been. I usually go to bed at 5 or later. My thought has always been – what do people DO in the morning? ( which is  big bone of contention when my 84 year old comes to visit because she loves the morning and doesn’t want to waste it and since she is a wheel chair I don’t have much choice. But I can’t do that with the kids when I’m in the Keys. So my quiet time before they get up is now is time get my work done 

I’ve been walking most mornings, getting much needed exercise for this rapidly aging body with really bad bone density from many old bad liver. Gotta go early. Summer I the Keys is damn hot and humid. Love it. Anything below 60° I consider deep winter. If I need a jacket its too cold.


Walking and bike riding (which gives relief to my poor, soft, blistered feet which are not used to walking) are the best resistant exercises for hip joints, or later one will break one and I’ll fall down and break multiple bones. (I’ve fractured quite a few already due to osteoporosis. Eleven I think.

I walked 1 1/2 hours yesterday! Came home and fell comatose into a chair for a couple hours to recuperate. But if I don’t use it I’ll lose it. At almost 64 (yikes!) it’s hard to stop a boulder from rolling down a hill and smashing into little pieces at the bottom and ruin your life.

Okay, I’m going to shut up now. Have the best day you can. Make a list of your appreciations and screw the rest. You only have one life. Do what makes you happy. If someone else doesn’t like it tell them to not watch you do it. For the most part you only think other people are watching what you do, but they don’t. So don’t let that fool you into not living life the way you want. It’s the only life you have. 

Live it.

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