I brought four books to the beach: three new ones and one that I knew I liked because I’d already read it a few times.  I started the first book and was about 40 pages in when I decided that I didn’t like it as much as or more than the book I knew that I liked.  So I tossed it aside and started re-reading the same book for the tenth time.  I still found tiny details I missed the first few reading or made connections that I didn’t make the first go-arounds.  It was very enjoyable.

Josh almost never re-reads books.  He points out that there are too many books in his to-read pile, and he doesn’t want to move backwards and read something again, even if he enjoyed it the first time.  I, on the other hand, love re-reading books.  I know it will be a good experience because I already enjoyed the book the first time (or the tenth time), and I usually have a different experience with the book each time I pick it up.

It fits our personalities.  On the explore/exploit continuum, Josh is an explorer and I am an exploiter.  He likes experiencing new things.  I like delving deeply into the familiar.

It’s not that I don’t read new books.  80% of my yearly reading time is spent on new books.  But when the stakes are high — like having the most enjoyable beach trip possible — I want to be sure that I’ll enjoy the book.  Hence the re-read.

Do you enjoy re-reading books or do you usually want to move on to something new?

I recently read an interesting article on push notifications, which points out the problem isn’t the phone itself but the way we’re using it:

Smartphones aren’t the problem. It’s all the buzzing and dinging, endlessly calling for your attention. A Deloitte study in 2016 found that people look at their phones 47 times a day on average; for young people, more like 82. Apple proudly announced in 2013 that 7.4 trillion push notifications had been pushed through its servers. The intervening four years have not reversed the trend.

I only have a handful of notifications turned on with my phone.  I have an alarm that goes off on the hour because I’m giving myself inner peace by taking thirty seconds to wish happiness to someone in the universe.  (Yes, I’m still doing that.)  I get calendar alerts 15 minutes before a meeting begins.  I get notifications if someone makes a video call or sends a text message or messages me on Slack.

That’s it.  I always hit reject when a new app tells me that they’d like permission to push notifications.  I assumed most people did that, too.  Now I’m not sure.  7.4 trillion push notifications sounds like a lot of notifications.

The article goes on to point out that push notifications are not usually for the user’s benefit:

They’re for brands and developers, methods by which thirsty growth hackers can grab your attention anytime they want. Allowing an app to send you push notifications is like allowing a store clerk to grab you by the ear and drag you into their store. You’re letting someone insert a commercial into your life anytime they want.

I look at most push notifications as the digital equivalent of a phone solicitor or junk mail, both also unwelcome intrusions.  The flip side is that I never know when things are going on.  My phone doesn’t tell me things.  I have to seek the information if I want it, and I don’t always know that there’s something to seek.

But the article is a very interesting read about the history of notifications, and it will make you think twice about the ones you keep on.  I ended up turning off one extra notification by the end of the article.

Do you receive a lot of notifications on your phone, or are you down to a select few?

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You come across a magical wish-granting being who offers two possible situations.  You can either have one, super-charged night per week, where you don’t have to sleep and you won’t get tired.  Meaning, you could wake up Wednesday morning, stay up all Wednesday night while everyone else sleeps (feeling completely energized), segue into Thursday morning as if you slept the night, and not get tired until Thursday evening as normal.  You’d gain 8 extra hours in your week to do whatever you choose.

Or

You can have an 8-hour period once a week where you can eat anything you want with no bodily impact.  The calories are null and void.  No fat or sodium affecting your overall health.  You get 8 hours to eat whatever you choose.

Which would you take?

I’d go with the time option.

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This is a really gross story.  You have been forewarned.

I was at my cousin’s house — she lives somewhat back from the main road on a huge plot of land — talking with one of her friends.  The friend pointed out that other people would be arriving soon, and when they did, we would have to back out of the driveway to leave.  My cousin’s driveway is steep and winding, and it’s hard to drive up going forward much less backwards.  The friend said she was going to move her car so it was parked facing out.  That way, she could pull out forward when she went to leave.  Great idea.

I went outside to move my car first, but when I turned on the ignition, the whole car started to rattle.  I immediately turned it off and sat there for a moment, confused.  I had just driven back from the beach the day before and everything was fine.  I had driven to her house that day and the car had been fine.  I turned it on again and it continued to shake, though there were no emergency lights on the dashboard.  I tried putting it in reverse and the car moved without trouble, though the horrible rattling sound continued.  I turned the car around and then turned it off.

I went into the house to grab a second brain, and we started inspecting the car.  We popped the hood and let the engine run.  Everything looked fine.  We checked the oil.  That was fine(ish).  A little low, but not enough to cause problems.  At this point, there was also an odd smell in the car, like wet dog, and my cousin’s husband told me it was freon escaping.  The problem was with the air conditioner.  We turned off the air conditioner and the noise continued.  But when we turned off the fan, the noise stopped.  Problem solved — something was wrong with the fan.

I drove home on back roads with the windows down and the fan off.  The car was fine.

The next day I took it to the shop so the fan could be repaired, and it turned out to be trickier than our mechanic thought.  He suggested we take it to the dealer.  So we moved the car to the dealer, who took some time to take apart the car and look at the fan.

WHERE HE FOUND A CHOPPED UP RAT!

Or mouse.  I refused to look at the photos he sent, and Josh couldn’t tell scale.

It had crawled into the fan while I was parked at her house.  If I hadn’t moved my car at that moment, it likely would have crawled out and I would have never known.  But I did turn my car on at that moment, therefore I killed the rat-mouse.  I alternated between saying, “I am so grossed out” and “I am a rat-mouse killer.”

The rat-mouse’s blood was splattered across the entire inner workings of the car, which meant an insurance claim, some new parts, and a rental vehicle for the next two weeks or so.  The dealer is promising me that he’ll be able to clean out every last shred of rat-mouse, but he also asked if I wanted to trade in my vehicle for a different car.  So I’m a little worried about whether this is truly “fixable” in the sense that a person will not be able to tell that a rat-mouse was once inside the fan.

I’m sorry, rat-mouse.

We took in the eclipse from the beach.  We were going to watch from NASA, but it sounded like they were using their field and not their beach, so we headed down the road to the public beach because the kids wanted to see the waves.

It was a strange low tide.  The water pulled back far into the ocean, leaving behind shells and scurrying crabs.  You could walk far into the ocean with the water only covering your ankles.  The ChickieNob and I made our way out to a sandbar, fully dressed, by walking haphazardly on the edge of tide pools.

When the eclipse started, the beach felt like a giant party.  There was a family with eight teenagers behind us, and they didn’t have glasses, so they were using paper plates to cast shadows.  We passed our glasses back and forth with them for the three hours.  It never got dark — we were only in the 88% zone — but it got cold.

I worried that I would regret not going to the totality zone, but it was the right amount of eclipse for me.

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Stop procrastinating.  Go make your backups.  Don’t have regrets.

Seriously.  Stop what you’re doing for a moment.  It will take you fifteen minutes, tops.  But you will have peace of mind for days and days.  It’s the gift to yourself that keeps on giving.

As always, add any new thoughts to the Friday Backup post and peruse new comments in order to find out about methods, plug-ins, and devices that help you quickly back up your data and accounts.

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And now the blogs…

But first, second helpings of the posts that appeared in the open comment thread last week.  In order to read the description before clicking over, please return to the open thread:

• “Telling Kids They Can Do Anything” (Stirrup Queens) — thanks, Torthúil

Okay, now my choices this week.

Twangy Pearl has a moving post about her father, who died this week at the hospital.  It is the quietest post; a daughter trying to process her loss.  I am telling you about it, not only because I sense that the elastic girl could use support in this moment, but because we should bear witness in these moments.  The world changes every single time someone leaves it.

Look No Tubes is in that hard zone between positive beta and first scan, worried because she needs to go on faith that everything is okay.  She explains that much of her anxiety stems from an early loss.  There is nothing she can do except keep putting one foot in front of the other, but we can circle the wagons and make sure she has company as she walks through these next few weeks.

Lastly, My Path to Mommyhood has a post about breaking up with her therapist and finding a new one.  It’s a good reminder that therapy is a relationship, and not every relationship will be perfect.  You wouldn’t keep dating someone who was a terrible fit, right?  She writes, “I felt misunderstood, I felt like the last thing I need is someone who is encouraging me to keep a door open that it took a shitload of strength and presence of mind (with the health of my mind and body in the balance) to close.”  Luckily the story has a happy ending (with two f-bombs).

The roundup to the Roundup: We had a good eclipse.  Your weekly backup nudge.  And lots of great posts to read.  So what did you find this week?  Please use a permalink to the blog post (written between August 18th and 25h) and not the blog’s main url. Not understanding why I’m asking you what you found this week?  Read the original open thread post here.