I wanted to create a blog shortcut on my iPad (it's so convenient on my laptop) so yesterday I bought/loaded an app I thought would allow me do that - but unfortunately it did not work. 

 

So Lily sent me a link to Apple for getting a refund, and though I tried it (twice) today Apple could "not find an account" for my user name and password - though yesterday, using the exact same information, "somehow" it managed to find my account to sell me the app...

Maybe it would be easier to hack into the Pentagon?

I did, however, discover where the resizing option for pictures and photos is hidden  - and about half the time can actually remember how to find it.

Lily's card made it from Colorado to California in five days.  While not as fast as the mail used to be, at least it arrived in a reasonable length of time - and before her birthday.

Listening to the classical station WQXR today it didn't mean anything when the DJ announced Dance of the Hours by Amilcare Ponchielli - until he added something about "whatever Camp Granada" his listeners were attending.  Sure enough, it was the melody Allan Sherman used for his classic song Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh (A Letter from Camp).  I only remembered the lyrics from the first verse, but Wikipedia came to my rescue.

Allan based the lyrics on letters of complaint which he received from his son Robert who was attending Camp Champlain, a summer camp in Westport, New York.  In 2020, the song was selected by the Library of Congress for preservation in the National Recording Registry  for being "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant".

Hello Muddah, hello Faddah

Here I am at Camp Grenada

Camp is very entertaining

And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining

I went hiking with Joe Spivey

He developed poison ivy

You remember Leonard Skinner

He got Ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner

All the counselors hate the waiters

And the lake has alligators

And the head coach wants no sissies

So he reads to us from something called Ulysses

Now I don't want this should scare ya

But my bunk-mate has Malaria

You remember Jeffery Hardy

They're about to organize a searching party

Take me home, oh Muddah, Faddah

Take me home, I hate Grenada

Don't leave me out in the forest where

I might get eaten by a bear

Take me home, I promise I will

Not make noise, or mess the house with

Other boys, oh please don't make me stay

I've been here one whole day

Dearest Fadduh, darling Muddah

How's my precious little bruddah

Let me come home if you miss me

I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me

Wait a minute, it's stopped hailing

Guys are swimming, guys are sailing

Playing baseball, gee that's bettah

Muddah, Faddah kindly disregard this letter