Good Friday morning RM, Paul, Gary, and Frankie!
I hope you all had a nice Easter.
I'm having one of those weeks where it just seems that the roof is caving in.
Tuesday: My cell phone company apparently is changing networks or something, so they said I need to replace the sim card for my phone. I tried to install the new one following directions, but I made the mistake of putting the SIM card in without the SIM card tray, and it's stuck in the phone, and I can't use it.
Wednesday: The day reads like the beginning of a novel. First, I found Pogo, the (sometime) resident opossum of my utility room, dead in the front yard by the house. Five minutes later code enforcement shows up, telling me that I have to cut and clean up my backyard. That seems to mean they're using aerial or satellite photos to spy on what people have around their houses. The guy is giving me crap about about maybe the "Village" (if you can call a place with nearly 30,000 residents in the last census a village) could maybe come in and clean it for me, for a fee. And you can apply for something called the "Angel Fund," in which the "Village" will pay for needed repairs around the house. Sounds tempting, but do I really want to give them all that personal financial information? Couldn't they just as well use the information to decide whether I have the money to keep up the house? I'm sure they have ways of easing you out if they don't want you.
Then I took my cell phone to the Apple Store to see if they could remove the SIM card from my phone. The handsome young man takes the phone into the back, and 10 minutes later comes out and tells me there is no way they can get the card out. Maybe my phone company can update the SIM card electronically, but that would leave the SIM card port open, subject to moisture and debris, etc., which will ruin the phone, so they don't recommend it. So now I'm in the market for a new phone.
Just. Shoot. Me.
I finally am able to get out in the late afternoon, and bury Pogo the opossum in the front yard.
Thursday: Comcast has been giving me all kinds of crap with my email. For the last week or so they've kept sending me notices about updating my passcodes, etc. I keep doing it, they keep rejecting the electronic passwords I've had stored in my computer, until finally something works, and they let me in. They did this to me again on Thursday, only this time I could not get in, no matter what I did, so I'm blocked out of my email. I haven't had time to call them to get this straightened out, but at this point, with the outrageous fees they're charging for TV on top of the internet, I'm seriously thinking of canceling their service altogether if they don't correct it. If you don't see me on here for the next week or two, that's the reason.
Dental woes, part two: I went to a periodontist that my dentist had referred me to. They're located in a pretentiously wealthy suburb known as Wellington, which I call Beef Wellington. The funny thing is that apparently they don't believe in putting their street addresses on the buildings. So I'm driving down this busy 6-lane highway, and having to make U-turns three times when I realize I must have passed the place. Finally on a lark I drive into a couple of different office parks. I'm looking for a four-digit address with a three digit suite number. Sounds easy enough, right? No. All the damn offices have three digit numbers posted, and and bunch more offices with the four digit offices behind them, none of which matches the address I'm looking for. Finally I see the four-digit number I'm looking for on a building, facing directly into another building, and you can only see it if you drive down this narrow alley. Never mind that the offices in the same building facing the street having the three digit numbers prominently displayed. It's like they're deliberately hiding the addresses. Is this some wealthy upper class bullshit pretentiousness? Finally I parked the car and went in the building, having no idea whether the office I was looking for would be in there. Fortunately I finally found it.
OK. The periodontist examined me, and notified me that I'm going to need a procedure done in a couple of places. Yes, more appointments, more work on my mouth, more shelling out boku bucks.
So. Next week I see my regular dentist for more crown work, and the week after that I see the periodontist. Oh joy!
Oh, and I did call (on my landline that I still have) the tree service to have them remove the trees that I think I wrote about previously. The guy hasn't called back, so maybe I can wait a couple of days to hear from him, with everything else that is going on.
that meme!
Stay calm
