All posts by verily sherrilee

Directionally challenged, crafty, reading mother of young adult

Don’t Bug Me

To say I have a love/hate relationship with my cable company is to overstate half of that equation.  After many many years of being disappointed by them (service, price, communications), I pretty much approach any interaction with them with trepidation. 

A couple of weeks ago I got an e-mail and then a couple of texts about upgrading my gateway.  Since I wasn’t even sure what that was, I ignored the texts.  Then a few days later, I got two more texts.  These day, I hardly click on any links that are sent to me…. way too many scammers… so last Thursday, I made a quick appointment and headed over to their store.  I wanted a straight answer about what this was, was it really necessary and the most important, if there was a cost attached.  I wanted a live person to look me in the face to give me the facts and then hand me their business card so I had their name. 

Turned about to be fairly easy.  Although they’re calling it an upgrade for me, it was clear that they are trying to get everybody on the same platform with the same connections/software so it will be easier/cheaper for them.  But since it wasn’t going to cost me anything, I said “OK”.  But before he went to get the new modem, he launched into a pitch for getting my mobile phone service.  This isn’t the first time I’ve encountered this so I fended him off pretty swiftly.  I got the new modem, went home and set it up.  It went better than I expected.

Next morning, I had to take the old modem back; I got to the store at 10, their opening time.  A different young man waited on me.  I told him I wanted a receipt, since I don’t have much faith in their ability to keep track of whether I’ve returned equipment (previous bad experience).  He looked me up to get the receipt and then promptly headed down the mobile phone service path.  I cut him off and said I wasn’t interested and I had told my salesperson just yesterday that I wasn’t interested in “putting all my eggs in *_____*’s basket”.  He kept going so I had to amp up a bit.  I said “we’re still paying down our phones (not true) but even if we were not, I STILL wouldn’t give you all my mobile business.”  He did stop at that point.  Sigh.

In a perfect world, I won’t have to confront the dragon again for about a year but I’m thinking that I’ll wear a namebadge that says “Please don’t ask me about my mobile service.”

Have you had to handle any pushy salesfolks lately?

Fading….

I was out and about yesterday – a whole bunch of quick errands.  Enough errands that I wrote them down and numbered them.  Then, of course, I went in a different order, based on how fast I could get from one to the next.  Typical.

This strategy led me on some back streets that while not foreign to me are not my usual routes around town.  As I was coming up to a stop sign, the bicyclist ahead of me stuck out his left arm, but instead of straight to the side or straight down, sort of mid-way between.  He did slow down a bit but then turned left onto another street.  For a minute I thought maybe it was a “I’m slowing down before I turn left” arm signal but then just dismissed it as a lazy turn signal.  But it stayed with me so you know I eventually looked it up on the computer and while there are several more than I was ever taught, there isn’t one for slowing on a left turn. 

It also occurred to me that these days I don’t actually see many bicyclists using arm signals when they are in traffic.  Are these not a thing any longer?  Then I started a mental list of some of the things that have disappeared from the world during my lifetime:  pay phones, rotary dial phones, maybe typewriters, encyclopedias, busy signals.  There are probably a lot more that I’m either not remembering or still around but getting rarer as the days go by (typewriters should probably be in this category). 

Things changing/evolving doesn’t bother me too much but I do think bicyclists would be safer if they kept up the arm signals when they are on streets with cars/trucks?

Are you still holding onto anything that is starting to disappear?

Postal Joy

I’ve done the math before about how many cards I send out so I won ‘t bore you with the numbers again.  The biggest category is birthday cards – that averages to about 14 cards per month. 

For quite a few years, all birthday cards got the same postage stamp:

The post office also did a “Celebrate” stamp but I used those for anniversary cards and other momentous occasion cards.  Then five years ago, the postal service broke my heart when they announced they were discontinuing both those stamps.  Aarrgghhhh. 

I had a nice supply on hand and I bought a bunch of the Happy Birthday before USPS ran out.  A close friend of mine also gifted me with three sheets of them as well.  I began to use them a little more sparingly.  Six cards a month go to folks in one of my stamping groups – they got moved to the non-HB stamps right away.  Then “outer-ring” folks stopped getting my special stash.  Then the next ring in went to “regular” postage.   I limped along like this for FIVE YEARS.  I used the last one the first week in May.

So I was ripe for the on-line voting that USPS instituted last fall.  They said they were going to bring back some older stamps and let the general public vote.  The site did not have any limits about how many votes you got… .not even any limits on how many times a day you could vote; you gotta love a good loophole. I spent the entire month of September going online every morning and voting for the Happy Birthday option 20-30 times; it only took about 10 minutes a day. 

My persistence paid off.  They made the announcement the first of the year that my favorite stamp would be returning.  They released it on April 18 although the pre-sale went up in March.  The big surprise is that they did a completely new design – it’s in the header photo.  I’m not sure why – it probably cost them more, first for the design itself and then for whatever it takes to produce a new stamp.  Maybe after five years, the old design specs didn’t work anymore.  Who knows.  But no matter – the new design is fine by me.  Technically I like the old look better but I’ll take what I can get.

We won’t talk about how many of them I’ve already purchased.

When was the last time you actually went to a post office?

Memorial Day with McGee

YA really needed a puppy fix over the weekend, so yesterday we cajoled Jacque into lending McGee to us.  We picked him up in the afternoon and had him for about three hours.

There was a short walk up the block (it was pretty hot and he has little short legs) and then hung out a bunch in the back yard.  He was very well behaved for a puppy – no romping in my plants, no barking, no chewing on my toes.  He did find a good stick:

It was interesting to see him taking in all the new stuff in our city back yard.  Here are the things that McGee was momentarily afraid of:

    • the fire pit
    • birds flying near the bird feeders
    • the birdbath
    • the grill
    • the wind chime

Here are the things that fascinated him:

    • planes
    • the birdseed under the feeders
    • my neighbor Don who was clearing up after grilling
    • the boxer who poked it’s head out the car window and barked (friendly bark)

We pulled out the kiddie pool and lifted McGee into it twice, followed by the application of treats.  He didn’t actually seem to mind the pool but didn’t want to tarry and wouldn’t jump in on his own.  YA thought maybe it was too big a jump for him (until we moved inside and he felt quite at home jumping up on the sofa) but I think maybe the water was too chilly.  There was some tug-of-war and he was very willing to chase a toy when YA tossed it but bringing the toy back is not in his toolbox yet!  We had YA-chasing and some zoomies as well.

He didn’t stop moving the whole time we had him… Jacque, I assume he slept well last night?

How did you spend YOUR Memorial Day?

 

 

Memorial Blooms

The iris is my favorite flower; I have always loved them.  It’s probably an inherited trait; I’m pretty sure it was one of my mother’s favorites.  To be honest, I don’t know for sure as my mom was never a flower planter.  She did like to do yard maintenance but didn’t add shrubs or flowers in any of the homes we lived in.  She did however take us kids to the Missouri Botanical Gardens every year, always during the time that the iris gardens there were in full bloom.  That can’t be a coincidence. 

Alice Hahn Goodman Iris Garden (photo credit: Heather Osborn)

I have iris planted all over my yard, front and back, and in a wide variety of colors.  The iris in the header photo is the first to bloom this season – I don’t even know the name of it.  It was supposed to be an orange variety but when it came up the following spring it was this startling white.  Gertens actually credited me for them so not only are the gorgeous, but they were free.  Two of my favorite things.

Of course this year these blooms are bringing my mother to mind so today I am remembering her and thanking her for infecting me with the love of iris!

Any blooms you’re remembering today (literal or metaphorical)?

Food Foolishness

There’s never any warning.  Trader Joe’s Fearless Flyer doesn’t have a set schedule – without any notice it shows up in my Inbox.  In the olden days (back when the dinosaurs roamed the planet) it would appear in the snail mail box.  It’s the same document these days but I have to admit that I enjoyed relaxing with a cup of coffee or tea and leafing through the hard copy.

But this is not a rant about the death of print.  I swear.  It’s more a rant about how YA and I are completely helpless in the face of this flyer.  It’s unbelievable; we are both completely drawn to the new (and probably never-to-be-seen-again) products that are featured.  A little bit like the seasonally colored items that I can’t stay away from.

The theme of the flyer and the seasonal items this time is “strawberry”.  While I love fresh strawberries and I practically live on my strawberry jam, I’m not otherwise a massive strawberry fan.  But YA is.  And there are certainly lots more items featured in addition to the strawberry-laden stuff.  We made a list and I headed out.  Managed to find everything on the list with the assistance of a customer service gentleman who went to the back and found two items that were out on the shelves.  Here is a partial list of what I came home with:

  • Pickle Potato Chips: these were primarily for YA – she’s also a fan of Pickle Pizza at the fair.
  • Parmesan Tapenade: I love all kinds of tapenade, so this looked promising. It made a great pizza topping on Tuesday.
  • Potato Cheese Stix: like it says.  Cubed potatoes, mixed with cheese, frozen on a stick.  YA says they’re pretty good.
  • Spicy Taco Sauce: This turned out to be a great sauce for the afore-mentioned potato-cheese stix.
  • Strawberry Gummy Bears. Completely for YA.  I never even liked jujubes when I was a kid, so no gummies for me now.
  • Turkish flatbread with cheeses, spinach and onion.  In the freezer section – can’t wait.
  • Spicy Spuds. Another freezer options – spicy roasted potatoes.
  • Oat Bites. There are two kids – PB&J and Raspberry. Bitty little muffins with filling.
  • Strawberry Snickerdoodles. I might try this although YA will probably eat most of them
  • Garlic Salted Mixed Nuts. They also have little garlic toasted chips in the can.  Quite nice.

There were several other things, including a six-pack of San Pellegrino; we splurge on this a couple of times a year.  None of these items were necessary and neither of us had a plan for any of it, although I did get a pizza dough while I was there, thinking about the tapenade.  I’m of two minds about this silliness.  One the one hand, it was a lot of money for nothing that we had a plan for.  On the other hand, it’s food; we have to eat regardless of the absurdity of the food items.

Tried anything new (food or otherwise) the past couple of weeks?

Is It Summer Yet?

In looking for my packing list on my pc last night, I found a Word file titled “From Books I Like”.  It’s only a couple of pages long and I would not have remembered that I have this document if I hadn’t stumbled upon it.  It has a few quotes from books that I’ve read; one of the quotes is that wonderful metaphor about the town from The Egg & I by Betty MacDonald that I’ve written about before.  Then there are two other quotes from Michael Perry’s Off Main Street.  One is another transfixing metaphor….

“Summer is a seducer.  After bundling through another tight-lipped winter, after enduring the mounting frustration of spring’s titillating dance of veils, we gape as summer comes sliding down her blazing ecliptic like a woman down a banister.  She laughs with her head thrown far back; she throws her hands high in the air, releasing fistfuls of butterflies.  She belly dances through the cornfields until the dust rises like a charmed snake, hanging in fat curls, leaving you cotton-mouthed.  She makes the fox pant, she drives the hawk to think air.  Weaker creatures curtain themselves away to complain.”

Fairly appropriate as I’m enjoying the beginning of spring/summer this week.  My major gardening push is done so now I can enjoy my yard without massive effort.  Bird feeders are full, hummingbird feeders are out (although I haven’t seen any hummingbirds yet).  YA and I have new Adirondacks in back as one of our old ones gave up the ghost a couple of weeks back.  Windows open.  No fans down from the attic yet although I have had my overhead fan going a couple of times in my bedroom.  Did my twice-a-year laundering of  my bedding and allergy covers.  Swapped out my spring/summer wardrobe for my winter one.  Aaaaahhhhhh.

Of course, unearthing these quotes on the pc makes me wonder if I have other files like this started and squirrelled away.  Suppose I’ll have to take a look one of these days!

You enjoying anything in particular this week?

 

Condiments Muscle Memory

Muscle memory is an amazing thing.  On Saturday, YA and I had our next-door neighbors over for lunch.  Just veggie burgers and corn on the grill.  At the last minute, we decided it was a little too chilly to eat outside, so I set the table inside.

I set out seven little bowls in the kitchen.  Onion slices, tomato slices, pickles and Boston lettuce to get started.  Just as I started to squirt ketchup into the fifth bowl, YA walked in and immediately said “what are you DOING?”  I told her I was putting the condiments in bowls and she pushed back with “WHY?”  It took me a few minutes of standing at the counter, looking at the bowls before I realized why I was about to put ketchup, mustard and mayonnaise in little bowls.

When I was growing up, condiments went into little bowls. Not just for when we had company, but all the time.  Even when we had dinner at my Nana and Pappy’s on Saturday nights, condiments went into little bowls.  In fact, if condiments ever went on the table in their bottles, it was called “pinkert style”.  It wasn’t until I was in high school that my mom told me why.  When she was growing up, they lived a few houses down from the Pinkerts.  Apparently the Pinkerts never put their condiments into little dishes… they always just set the bottles out willy nilly.  So it turns out that my grandparents calling that “pinkert style” was actually quite pejorative – I never knew.

While I almost automatically put out little bowls when company comes over, YA and I do not do this when it’s just the two of us.  Of course, YA and I eating a meal that requires condiments on the table is fairly rare.

On Saturday I put out the bottles; I really don’t need to be the third generation getting little bowls dirty in the name of shaming some family up the block from my grandparents!!

Any habits that have come down the generations in your family?

Zoo Happiness

Neither of my folks liked crowds. Long lines, throngs of folks – count them out.  I’ve never been sure why I can take lots of folks but whatever propensity I have, it has been handed down to YA. 

The two busiest days at the Minnesota Zoo are always the last Saturday and Sunday of their very popular Farm Babies program.  They have all kinds of activities and music out at The Farm and there are always plenty of babies; this year baby cows, llamas, goats, lambs and piglets.  YA and I had other things going on for the first four weekends so it was this past weekend or no Farm Babies program until next year.  We’ve been to the last weekend of Farm Babies before but it was even more crowded than we remember. 

Of course, almost everybody was a young family with kids (and those proverbial strollers – I promise I’m not whining about strollers, despite the photo above).  It was, however, truly amazing to see the number of strollers, especially when they were “parked” in several locations.  Wow!

YA and I have different modus operandi at the zoo.  She will walk at my pace but doesn’t always stay right at my side if I dilly dally.  I am more than able to stand and watch a moose do basically nothing for 10 minutes but if I do this, sometimes YA will wander off to see something else.  Conversely, she can pet a baby cow forever.  On Saturday, there was a restaurant chain sponsoring a scavenger hunt.  There were three stations that you had to find and have you little map stamped.  I thought it was a hoot but YA didn’t want to play (this was when she went off to pet that baby cow).

One of the projects in the Activity Barn was making homes for mason bees who apparently are solitary bees that don’t live in hives.  I thought this was very interesting and I let the volunteer tell me everything.  When I was done there, I found YA petting goats.  The one time we were perfectly synced was when we got hungry for lunch! 

Toward the end of our day we stopped at the Service Desk – I wanted to ask when Llama Trek was going to open and to find out if the snow monkeys (whose exhibit is being re-vamped right now) were still here in Minnesota or if they were hanging out at a different zoo until their habitat is finished.  The guy behind the desk was talkative and I’m not even sure how we got from the snow monkey habitat discussion to the Kodiak bear who broke the window at the zoo several years back.  Or how the zoo has multiple possible plans for adding new bears now that there is only one left. 

As we were leaving YA said “I didn’t think he was ever going to stop talking.”  I laughed and said “I could have stayed and listened to him talk about the zoo all day.” 

I guess it’s different strokes for different folks.  But neither of us were bothered by the big crowds!

When was the last time you visited a zoo?  Any favorite zoos?  Zoo animals?

YA Cave

Claustrophobia, agoraphobia, hydrophobia, hemophobia, acrophobia, Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia.  There are a LOT of phobias out there.  Luckily I’m only stuck with two that occasionally bug me. 

Acrophobia bugs me the most.  I don’t like to take the escalators at the Mall of America.  I don’t like to stand near the edge of anything and a couple of those tall tall buildings in London did throw me for a loop.  Three weeks ago, my next-door neighbors got a new roof and after a couple of hours, I had to take my book and move downstairs because watching them work out of my bedroom window was giving me the heebie jeebies.

My claustrophobia is milder and mostly manifests in my deep desire to not be underground or in a cave.  Oh, and I don’t care much for curtains – give me a good valance any time.  I’ve passed twice on the underground river at Xcaret in Mexico and doing the big cave on Gibraltar really got my heart going.  I even stopped reading the Anna Pigeon series after a book set in a cave.  Ish. 

YA doesn’t have a titch of claustrophobia and years ago hung curtains in her room in addition to window shades (I am NOT a window shade kind of gal).  Yesterday a package got delivered and she swooped on it immediately.  Curtains.  When I asked why she needed new curtains she said that her shades had started to curl on the edges and she decided black out curtains would be better.  Black out curtains.  I’m not making this up.   If she only pulled these curtains during the night, when we have a lot of ambient light from living on a county street, I could kind of understand, but like her previous curtains, these have been pulled shut 24/7.  It’s dark in there.

I’ve never wanted a cave of my own so it’s hard for me to get her desire for one, but it’s her room so if she feels the need to have a grotto of her own, so be it!

Any fears you’ll cop to?  Do you like serious darkness for sleeping?