What in the world is happening in Chelyabinsk?

What in the world is happening in Chelyabinsk, tonight's blindness tourism excursion to a city in the Urals known for pollution, connection to atomic and chemical industries?

Inquiring RantWomen want to know. And RantWoman promises to bushwhack through various laundry room, communications, reading comprehension, technical update, and worldwide infoglut thickets to get there, with or without any help from autocorrect.

RantWoman was living it up, having a wild and crazy Saturday night in her building's laundry room, washing four washers full of laundry.

The four machines available mean instead of the kind of multicultural experience some people would pay a lot of money for, RantWoman had the laundry room to herself except for a brief "Another One Bites the Dust" conversation with one neighbor about a different neighbor who recently passed away. Scary words like organ failure, dialysis, problems with his feet are on point. RantWoman lately has been thinking that she herself needs to up her exercise and try to trim calories partly to keep various scary words of her own at bay.

RantWoman is considering that she is supposed to be proud of being asked to be present in a conversation a long time ago after an unexpected bout of Laundry Flambeau. Aside from fire safety issues, the founder of  the resident-run laundry had moved out and had not really planned for succession. The "business" had various financial and small business Issues. The thought was to shift over to an outside vendor. RantWoman listened to various threads and thought the management perspective very good idea.

RantWoman also realized discretion would be on point about some of the whos and whys of the transition. Now the laundry room sports a big new sign, in English at least with washing instructions and an 800 number to call for repairs. There is signage in braille that rantWoman has not read. RantWoman has not asked all the immigrant caregivers what communications work for them. Nor have a couple laundry room encounters with deaf-blind neighbors yielded any sense of whether they care about the sign with the 800 number as opposed to what machines are working at the time they come and whether RantWoman is incorrectly asking a man whether he dropped some women's pants.

RantWoman aspires to passing her laundry time at tasks that require more focus than she usually manages. RantWoman has resigned herself to not trying anything more complex than Sudoku, occasional nips at the large print single page daily devotional RantMom sends RantWoman for Christmas, really basic email and Twitter on her phone.

Tonight it was Twitter, and Twitter was serving up tweets in Russian about Chelyabinsk. RantWoman is too vain to let Twitter translate for her. Instead RantWoman really wanted to try out the promised Talkback screen reader autodetect and see whether the phone would just read the tweets.

Search string of the night.

Android oreo talkback autodetect.

Turns out, TalkBack autodetect is experimental, works in English, supposedly in Spanish, 13 other languages ant not Russian. RantWoman says  supposedly in Spanish because Talkback currently reads the Spanish language tweets RantWoman follows with the same American phonetics used to read English. Sigh, but a problem for another night.

Back to Chelyabinsk. RantWoman's eyeballs served up some tweets of an emergency  preparedness sort, along with various flavors of replies: half-hearted efforts to analyze the credibility of the pictures and news, snarky comments about Putin and the war in Ukraine...

Whatever is happening in the Twitterverse in Russian in Chelyabinsk has not made it into any English media streams; RantWoman suggests that people who want more info about Chelyabinsk just use your search engines.

There. Now with a fast pass over some bus and bus reroute info, it's time for RantWoman to suspend this wild adventure and go to sleep.