a short entry

I think we are going to be stuck with short jokes here for a while. After having shared my experience with several friends and neighbors, the word seems to be to contact Talbot's and alert management as to what I heard from an employee. It was not directed at me, but the issue should be addressed. The child really pushed me last night when I told her about it. She has worked in service for 10 years, and she said a manager should have been dragged over to me immediately. I should not have been allowed to walk out that door unhappy. She is right about that.

I don't do graceful segues. I just change topics on a dime.

This morning, right after I woke up, Baby decided there was something outside the window over my bed that she just had to gaze at, and the best angle was to sit on my head for a view. I tolerated that, since she isn't very heavy. Meanwhile, I reach over, ever so slowly, and get my hand on my cell phone and, ever so slowly, try to take a picture of my dog sitting on my head. I am sorry to say that the memory was full. By the time I was starting to delete old pictures, she had her fill of the outdoor view and was ready to head on outside. Darn! Another photo op lost.

Instead, I took a new picture of my helpful support team this morning, doing what they do when the world does not require their services:

I have been diagnosed this week with rosacea. I went in for my yearly skin cancer check and came out with some slime type of lotion to smear on my face twice a day. I told him several years ago I had it, but he ignored me. This time I took a hot shower two hours before he saw me, put on no makeup, and when he saw my tomato face he decided maybe I was right after all. It's a mild case, he says.

Oh, my, they moved! They must be preparing to save the world again. Molly even opened her eye. (The sound of the camera must have disturbed her.)

Yes, I did make the bone blankets for them. Disgusting, isn't it?

Don't I have anything better to do? Well, let's see. I have to call the carpeting company again who was supposed to call me back last Friday regarding the buckling in the carpet that I will trip over one of these days. It's bad enough I could get a photo of that, if I were so inclined. I need to call back to the doctor's office who not only billed me for a $10 copay amount, which was just fine, but also added on an interest fee for being late of $10, and it was the first statement they had sent me. I paid the $20 since I was lazy and didn't read it well, but when they sent me another for $20 and said it's going to collections, I probably turned red in the face and gently called to ask them WTF they are doing. I really was gentle about it - no one is going to correct a series of errors like that if I am nasty. I did ask for a call back when it was corrected. No call, of course, so far. Since 100% interest charges are probably illegal, and they used the word "interest" on the statement, I am pretty confident I can get $10 returned and removed from collections. Yes, they did cash my check quite a while ago. I need to call and find out what happened to the painter who was due here in September to paint over the crappy correction job on my basement railing. I could also call to see why they shut off my sprinklers a few weeks ago when Roomie called to get hers turned on. I can correct that myself, but I am not supposed to adjust sprinklers, and mine were squirting into the house via windows and sliding patio door and also again completely soaking my patio furniture three times a week. I do not enjoy sitting on soaked fabric cushions, and I am sure the water is making the cushions rot. My other neighbor needs hers adjusted since the dogs and I got plastered against the side of my garage and soaked, much to the amusement of my neighbor across the street. I wasn't worried about getting soaked since mine are off. I didn't expect the neighbor's to actually go across her lawn, across mine, and then several feet up on my grarage wall. I need to pack for this weekend and make up a new batch of dog food. My nails needed to be done a few days ago and I have been putting it off since I cut my finger near my cuticle on my way to the dermatologist. It's going to hurt, there isn't any way around that one. My thermostat is flashing "lo batt" at me and I need to replace that battery, but I will then be reminded that the builder was supposed to lower thethermostat due to my pygmy status and they did not. At least they did lower the bars in the closet to hang my clothes on, the microwave, and the upper cupboards.

It's nice to have a home somewhat designed for me, even if I do need to stand on my toes to see what the temperature is in here.

 

 

 

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