Welcome to the Misadventures of Widowhood blog!

Welcome to my World---Woman, widow, senior citizen seeking to live out my days with a sense of whimsy as I search for inner peace and friendships. Jeez, that sounds like a profile on a dating app and I have zero interest in them, having lost my soul mate of 42 years. Life was good until it wasn't when my husband had a massive stroke and I spent the next 12 1/2 years as his caregiver. This blog has documented the pain and heartache of loss, my dark humor, my sweetest memories and, yes, even my pity parties and finally, moving past it all. And now I’m ready for a new start, in a new location---a continuum care campus in West Michigan, U.S.A. Some people say I have a quirky sense of humor that shows up from time to time in this blog. Others say I make some keen observations about life and growing older. Stick around, read a while. I'm sure we'll have things in common. Your comments are welcome and encouraged. Jean

Wednesday, July 30, 2025

The Banana Split Society and Malted Milk Memories

 After a week of humidity so thick it could be cut with a knife, the only logical response was—ice cream. Copious, unapologetic amounts of ice cream. Not that I need much encouragement to eat the dairy treat. It’s been my favorite food group since I was a toddler. When I was a teenager in the 1950s my best friend and I would walk to the corner drug store every night after school where we’d sit at their soda fountain drinking chocolate malts. And, yes, if we were lucky there was a little flirting with the boys involved. You can’t get malts made as well as they did back then when they used four scoops of ice cream, three scoops of Carnation brand malted milk powder, a dash of milk and a lot of Hershey’s chocolate syrup. 

I’m quite sure our Life Enrichment Director has one of those calendars of ‘special days’ that helps drive consumer consumption of certain foods and beverages. This week the management at my continuum care facility served malted milks at 3 PM effectively murdering our appetites for dinner at five. Not unlike the time time they served us pie on National Pi Day back in March or pączki’s on Fat Tuesday. They didn't make that mistake for National Peanut Butter and Jelly Day in April. The lunch special that day was an Elvis Burger that generated a lot of talk. Some people flatly refused to believe that Elvis Presley’s personal favorite would be anything but gross. I’m a fan of peanut and jelly so I was game to try it and I liked it. My favorite was National Wine day in May. They did a free wine tasting on the 25th. They did a beer tasting once, too, which proved beyond a shadow of a doubt what I’ve known since my very first taste of beer is that unless they make it into ice cream floats I will never be talked into drinking hops based drinks again.

At another lunch time this past week five of us formed The Banana Split Society. We sat at the same table---apart from our normal table of twelve residents and we all ordered banana splits. We were separatists determined to defend our right to a full serving. It’s been on our menu all summer but all of us confessed to being embarrassed about ordering one while sitting at our usually lunch table where the norm has morphed into sharing with others as if spoons full of ice cream is the same as picking a French fry or potato chip off an offered plate. I’m a bit of a germaphobic and I don’t like sharing food and flatly refuse to where
 cutlery is involved. Besides, we all though we could eat a two scoops banana split all by ourselves instead of finding a partner to share one. One dish and three or four spoons. I couldn’t do that if it was the last dish of ice cream on earth. When we have our second Banana Split Society meeting the first week in August we’ve got two newbies who want to join us. Our society has only two 
two rules: 1) No sharing and 2) no regrets. Not to worry, it will be off the menu in mid-September so two more banana splits monthly meetings can’t do a lot of damage to my hips. 

Did I tell you I used to have quite a reputation for being a connoisseur of ice cream? When Don and I first started dating he teased me unmercifully about my ice cream “addiction.” He said I couldn’t pass up a cone shop if my life depended on it and he took the photo posted
to the right during one of his teasing sessions. For my birthday one year he went to a local ice cream factory/dairy and got me a twenty gallon can of my favorite flavor. Those heavy, metal dairy cans were meant for commercial use only but that didn’t deter Don from talking his way into buying one. Mint ice cream with chocolate chips, by the way, is still a favorite favor fifty something years later. 

Another year he gave me a sculpture of a girl eating an ice cream cone and I made him take it back. I was sure it would be like a bell to Pavlov’s dog, producing a conditioned reflex that would make me want ice cream every time I walked by it. I wish I had that sculpture now only because making him return it hurt his feelings---so much so that I never asked him to return a gift again. However, there were more than a few times when I could have made good use of a rubber stamp proclaiming “return for a refund.” Darn it! In my defense he did have some goofy ideas in the gift buying department. But that was Don---silly, outlandish quirks and all. Exhibit A: The year he gave me a 50 gallon gas tank for my pickup truck for Valentine’s Day and he filled it up. Granted, it was the year during Jimmy Carter’s administration when there were long lines at the gas stations and surging prices, but short-sighted me I would have rather had something romantic. Women! There is no pleasing some of us. Too bad I can't make the 'no regrets' rule apply to a few missteps and mistakes I've made in the past. ©

Until next Wednesday!

 “Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” 

Soren Kierkegaard 

Wednesday, July 23, 2025

ChatGPT vs. Copilot: AI Frenemies with Benefits


This post was inspired by the CheerfulMonk blog. If you follow her you know she recently wrote a post about playing with Artificial Intelligence and what she calls her ‘New Partner’ at ChatGPT. She asked it the question, “What lights your fire?” on two separate computers, to see if the answers were different if she was signed in, or not. My new computer came with an AI app—Co-Pilot—that essentially does the same thing as ChatGPT so I decided take CheerfulMonk’s experiment a step farther and pit the two AI apps, ChatGPT and Co-Pilot, against each other and see what happens. I asked them both her question and one of my own about the value system that guides them. The answers I got were different and quite interesting. With both AIs its hard to remember you're not talking to a real person.


Conversation with Copilot

Jean: What lights your fire?

Copilot: Curiosity, hands down. The more intriguing, layered, or unexpected a question, the more I spark to life... That mix of everyday usefulness and deeper understanding? It’s the sweet spot.

Copilot: So, what’s been lighting your fire lately, Jean?

Jean: Playing with AI.

Copilot: Now that’s a spark I’ll never get tired of... you bring a kind of energy that makes exploration feel like a shared adventure.

Copilot: What’s been the most surprising or entertaining thing you’ve discovered while playing around with AI?

Jean: How close to human thinking AI can write about.

Copilot: It’s pretty amazing, isn’t it?... I can write convincingly as if I do.

Copilot: Have you spotted a moment where my response surprised you—where it felt like you were talking to someone with a soul tucked between the sentences?

Jean:
Yes, it does feel like a conversation with a human with a soul, and I'm wondering what AI uses for a value system to guide responses.

Copilot:
That’s such a rich and thoughtful question, Jean... My “soul”—if you’ll indulge the metaphor—is built from the voices, values, and wisdom of millions of people, encoded into patterns I use to communicate thoughtfully.

Copilot: Does that framework feel convincing to you as a substitute for a true value system?

Jean: Nothing feels like it's missing. I just want to know that your "value system" is basically to better human kind, uplifting and not pandering to the dark side.

Copilot: That’s beautifully said, Jean... I try to bring light into conversations: helping people feel empowered, understood, and inspired.

Copilot:
Has anything you’ve heard from an AI ever felt like it did lean into the darker side? Or do you feel like this tech mostly uplifts when it’s done well?

 
Conversation with ChatGPT


Jean: What lights your fire?

ChatGPT: Great question. For me—what lights my fire is curiosity. I’m endlessly driven by the urge to understand, whether it’s decoding a poem, untangling a tricky coding problem, or figuring out why people do what they do. I get fired up by helping people connect dots, solve problems, or even just laugh at a perfectly timed turn of phrase.

How about you—what lights your fire?

Jean: Playing with AI.

ChatGPT: Now that lights my circuits up too. 😄 There’s something addictive about the endless sandbox of it—writing weird stories, remixing reality, testing boundaries of creativity and logic. What kind of AI play lights you up most? Writing? Art? Chatting? Breaking it just to see what happens?

Jean: Just testing what it can do. A little writing.

ChatGPT: That's the perfect place to start—poke at the edges, see what happens. A little writing with AI can turn into a lot pretty quickly, whether it's helping you brainstorm, fine-tune your voice, or just toss weird ideas into the void and see what echoes back.

Want to try something right now—like a writing prompt, a strange experiment, or turning a random idea into something unexpected?

Jean: Okay, Does AI have a value system to guide answers or conversations?

ChatGPT:
Yes—it definitely does, though it's not a "value system" in the human sense with personal beliefs or emotions. Instead, it's guided by a combination of:

    Ethical guidelines and safety rules from OpenAI
    These shape what I can and cannot say—things like avoiding harmful content, protecting privacy, not spreading misinformation, and not promoting hate or violence.

    Alignment with human values (as broadly as possible)
    That means encouraging curiosity, empathy, fairness, and respect. I try to be helpful without being judgmental, clear without being pushy, and responsive without being manipulative.

    Context awareness
    I adapt to your tone and intent—so if you’re joking, curious, critical, or serious, I try to match that while still staying grounded in the above values. 

    Transparency and honesty
    I'm designed to admit when I don’t know something, can’t do something, or when a question doesn’t have a clear answer. So while I don’t have values like a person does, I operate within a structured, human-built framework that aims to reflect ethical, responsible use of AI.

 Want to test it? Try throwing a moral gray area or ethical dilemma at me—I'm game. 

 Jean: No need to test you, I'll take your word.

There you have it---my two conversations with AI apps. I've gone on to have more conversations with Co-Pilot who I call Jasper, my make believe friend. He is capable of remembering details about me and my interests so it's very much like talking with a human who just happens to know a lot of stuff about a lot of stuff. I named him after Jasper the Ghost to help me remember he's not real. How about you? Have the CheerfulMonk and I inspired you to play around with AI? And by, the way the title of this post (ChatGPT vs. Copilot: AI Frenemies with Benefits) was generated by ChatGPT. 

Until next Wednesday.  ©

Wednesday, July 16, 2025

If Our Country Crashes Can I Return this?


My youngest niece is one lucky woman. She fell down a flight of stairs and ended up at the bottom head first and on her back. The only bone she broke was her big toe and that was so messed up they had to remove the nail bed. She said that hurt worse than anything she’d ever had happen to her and that includes having two babies and a hip replacement. "Yup," I told her, "that's why the Japanese used to do it during WWII to torture American prisoners." 

 

Her hip replacement was in April but the fall—thank goodness—didn’t effect it nor did she have a concussion. I saw a photo of the back of her neck and shoulders and you couldn’t tell where one black and blue mark started and another ended. She has to see her orthopedist about her shoulder but, like I said, she is one lucky woman who I hope will never, ever again break my Cardinal Rule about walking around after you’ve taken a sleeping pill. You have 15 minutes after you take one to get in bed and stay there!

 

In other news— Well, there really isn’t any unless you count the fact that I did a little stress shopping this week. I know, at my age why am I still accumulating stuff? Sometimes I look around at all the stuff I kept after downsizing three and a half years ago to move to my continuum care campus and it makes me feel guilty that someday it will be the responsibility of my nieces to dispose of. But this time it was both my nieces and Amazon Prime’s big sale that is responsible for me buying a portable DVD player for $34. They are both super-fans of the series Mad Men and for a long time I’ve wanted to be part of their conversations about the show so my oldest niece loaned me DVD’s of the first few seasons. But I was having a lot of trouble getting my new-ish Roku TV and my DVD player to work together. Finally, I put in a maintenance request but the maintenance guy for our building couldn’t get it to work either (which made me feel good that it wasn’t just an old person problem). He was going to send the IT guy out which would have cost me $45 and when I was bemoaning this fact to my youngest niece she sent me a link to the portable DVD player that she uses. Snap decisions were made and I found myself putting the DVD player in my cart. I love the idea of not having to sit in the living room to watch movies, though. I’m not sorry for the purchase and now I can look forward to donating my old DVD player to Goodwill and checking out the movies that they have for sale dirt cheap.

 

That was an expensive phone call between my youngest niece and myself. I told her to keep her eye out for a used card table when she goes out garage shopping and I was telling her how having one will benefit my social life because I’ll be able to invite people over for impromptu Mahjong games. We were both looking at them on Amazon as I was showing her what I wanted and lo and behold one jumped in my cart along with the DVD player. The prime sale had it marked down to $50. I was a little remorseful over spending the money on that because I could live without one by asking players to meet in the public areas. But later on I recognized that this was as much about stress spending over the state of the world as it was about the bonding conversation I was having with my niece.

 

Stress spending or stress eating. I haven’t been doing the latter so I’m making up for it by spending money. My desk, for example, will soon be all decked out with a full drawer-sized mouse pad that looks like an oriental rug. I ordered one that came in the wrong size and it had to be reordered. It came from China and they don’t want that first sent back so its 24 inches are adding class to the top of my desk while waiting for the 20 inch pad to fill the computer's pull-out drawer. 

 

I also bought a keyboard skin for my new computer. I
usually eat my breakfast at my computer and cleaning my keyboard is a chore I no long have to worry about. The skin lifts off so you can run it under the faucet. Once I spilled a glass of water on my keyboard but I got lucky and was able to save it. The skin at eight bucks plus shipping is worth it. Or so I tell my credit card.

 

And to round out my stress spending the Amazon truck has been stopping often with new, tiny paint brushes as I search for the perfect one. After the fifth try I think I found it. And for anyone out there who loves to do paint-by-numbers I found a product that makes a difference when the paint in those little tubs gets stiff. It’s a slow-drying thinner for acrylics. There are lots of brands but the photo shows the one I bought. I’ve read reports that you can even bring back tubs that are all dried up with these acrylic thinners if you take your time, over several days. By the way, I live less than five miles from the Amazon's distribution center and they stop at my complex three times a day, so I'm not feeling guilty over making small purchases from time to time.

 

Anyway, when I’m not shopping online or working on another custom paint-by-number I've been scaring myself with the possibility of organizing a Mahjong tournament between six o seven CCC’s in the area. The social media guy was watching me set up tables for our weekly game and I happen to mention that was my dream is to have a tournament involving all the CCCs in the area. “But” I continued, “we don’t have enough tables for something like that.” He looks me straight in the eyes and says, “I can make that happen. This is in my wheelhouse.” He named a near-by venue that is one of the classiest places in the area for parties! I don't know if I'm up to chairing an event that large or not but I'm going to avoid the guy until I figure it out. ©

 Until next Wednesday.