These days I rarely stop at coffee shops. Mostly I’m just too cheap when I can make my own coffee or tea at home for a fraction of the cost. But every couple of months, YA and I will make a stop at a Caribou if we are out and about.
In early days, when there was a Caribou two blocks from house, I will admit I was more of a regular. But in keeping with my “like it cheaper” gene, I purchased myself a mug that I could use whenever I stopped by. Saved a bit of money and saved yet another coffee cup in the trash. Even though this mug is close to 25 years old, it’s in pristine shape – it doesn’t get used that often and I wash it by hand instead of throwing it in the dishwasher. When we lost our little Caribou (first the big Lyndale closing and then the Minnehaha Creek bridge re-build), my use of my mug plummeted.
When I dragged it out to the car with me yesterday, it was probably the first time in a year that it had gotten any use. The young man behind the counter was astonished to see it. He picked it up, turned it around, looked at the bottom then called over co-workers to look at it. The big draw turned out to be the logo, which apparently was “updated” back in 2010. If you had asked me, I would not have been able to tell you what the new logo looks like:
Guess I’m just oblivious. But it turned out OK… they were all so enamored of my antique mug that they gave me my decaf for free!
Do you have a favorite cup/mug for your coffee or tea?
In addition to a daily check of our local regional jail for the inmate list so I can see which of my little darlings are in the hoosgow, (There are several today) and the two funeral homes to see who died, I also check a history site to see what of importance has occurred on this day in the past.
I see that today is the anniversary of the US Congress in 1862 authorizing the printing of paper money. I rarely have any paper money in my purse. Husband usually has some, but it is hit or miss. I remember my dad being so happy to have some “Silver Certificates” in his possession when I was a child. I remember that the engraving was quite elaborate on those bills. I wonder, given the advent of all that is digital, if we will need paper money in the future. It seems the penny is also on the way out.
What is your favorite bank robbery movie, song, or story, or songs or stories about money in general? What is the largest monetary bill you ever carried?
Sitcoms have never been my favorite form of entertainment. A few exceptions over the years, but for the most part they seem silly and overblown to me. Truly, what person on the planet would actually do this:
Then every now and then…
I was meeting a friend at Whole Foods for lunch (they have a great salad bar and hot bar along with tables and chairs, so it’s a great place for two folks with food restrictions to have a fun meal together). My friend texted me that she was running about five minutes late so I decided to hang out in the produce section near the front door while I waited.
And then it happened. A woman took a corner a little too tightly with her cart and rammed into the lovingly stacked display of avocados. They didn’t all come tumbling down (like they would have on tv) but it was still a waterfall of green as them fell. She was mortified and sank to her knees, trying to corral the wayward fruits. Three Whole Foods employees appeared out of nowhere and they had the avocados re-stacked in less than a minute. It was very impressive. The photo above is after everything was back in order.
Although I never video tape anything, I did have a small wish that I could have gotten the fall and the re-assembly on film.
Maybe I should give sit-coms more leeway!
If we were casting for sitcom roles today, who would you like to be cast as?
I recently found out that this Thursday I have to testify in person in Bismarck at a Labor committee hearing regarding a proposed bill that my regulatory board opposes. Our ND legislature is in session right now. The proposed bill involves lumping all the mental health regulatory boards, now independent, self funding, and self sustaining volunteer boards, into one board run by the state.
I have never done testimony like this before. One of my board colleagues is writing the testimony. He has done this many times before. It will be no longer than three pages, because if you go on too long the legislators start looking at their phones and stop paying attention. We have a good strategy and have had several emergency board meetings to plan.
I have two major concerns regarding this experience: What should I wear, and will the sciatica in my left leg cause some problems (problems as in giving out from underneath me and causing me to collapse on the State Capitol floor). My colleague who is writing the testimony works for an agency that provides long term residential services to developmentally disabled individuals. Rather tongue in cheek, he told me he has access to lots of wheel chairs and could bring one to Bismarck. He thought me being wheeled in would elicit sympathy for our cause. I told him it wasn’t THAT bad, thank you, and I would bring a walking stick if I thought I needed one. I told him I could also it to club legislators who were difficult.
Regarding attire, it used to be a rule that that women legislators had to wear dresses to the Capitol when the legislature was in session, and I was worried because if that extended to people testifying, it would be a problem for me. I haven’t worn a dress in ages, I have no workable stockings, and I really didn’t want to drive to Bismarck in this cold in a dress and heels. I was relieved to hear that I just need to dress in “Business Casual”. I have yet to decide what that means for me. Whatever I decide, I will dress in warm clothes, given how drafty the Capitol can get.
Any cleaver Baboon suggestions regarding attire or costuming that I should consider? What would be your considerations if you had to give public testimony to a legislative body or commission?
A high school classmate of mine has found a really interesting gig lately. She has become an international house and pet sitter. I had never heard of this before, but there are companies you can sign up with who certify you as a good and responsible person, and then allow you to travel to house sit for people. You have to pay for travel expenses, but you stay for free in the home you are caring for.
My friend is currently in the south of France in a lovely old farm house caring for a couple of dogs, two cats, and some chickens. She is working remotely at her job in the States while she is there. The most difficult part of her current stay is firing up the stoves that warm the house. This place has no central heating. When she isn’t working or hauling wood and coal, she is traveling to quaint villages and markets nearby. The only down side to her current trip is that her luggage first went to the Canary Islands before it came to her.
Her previous stay took her to Montreal for two weeks. There, and now in France she stated that the neighbors take a keen interest in her and take her all around to show her sights, feed her, and socialize. I don’t think she speaks French, but that hasn’t been a problem. I am curious where she will go next.
At the sibling gathering (while I was visiting Nonny in St. Louis earlier this month), someone must have mentioned something about heated floors. I made a note on my post-it note app, assuming (ha ha ha ha) that the words “heated floor” would trigger my memory for what I thought might be a blog piece. Again, ha ha ha ha.
About 25 years ago, I had a site inspection scheduled to San Francisco and Napa. The morning of the trip, the client called to cancel due to his wife’s illness but he told me to go ahead, see what I needed to see and take good notes and pictures. No problem on my part.
The plan for the group was to do a day of wineries and a lovely lunch. However the group was too big to be at any one winery at once (most of the Napa wineries are actually pretty small) so we needed to split up the group. Group A and Group B went to different wineries in the morning, had lunch together at a place that could hold them all and then the groups would flip and do the wineries for the afternoon. Easy peasy, right?
In one long day, I visited 11 wineries to find the four that would work well for the group. Each owner met me, toured me around and… offered me samples. There didn’t feel like a gracious way to turn down the wine. Even though I never finished an entire glass, by the end of the day, I was a bit tipsy. Add to that the weather was chillier than had been forecasted and my coat was not up to the job. By the time we got to the hotel, Meadowood Resort, all I wanted was to have a bit of room service and collapse in a warm bed.
With all that liquid refreshment, I ended up having to visit the bathroom in the middle of the night. It was chilly as I walked across the bedroom and then…. oh my stars… the bathroom floor was warm. The first and last time I’ve personally ever come across heated floor tiles. And of all the times I could truly appreciate them, there they were! When I finally left and headed back to bed, I slept like a baby.
If this wasn’t what I was thinking about when somebody at the sibling gathering mentioned heated floors, then I’m completely in the dark.
If money weren’t an issue, what home improvement would you like to make?
Bachmans is a fixture in my life. In addition to the many times I stop by in the spring, summer and fall, it’s also located on my main conduit for when I am out and about. I go by it five or six times a week. Last week was the first time I’ve visited the shop in January.
Two things took me there. I’ve written about the hot sauce bird seed cylinders that I discovered – it turns out they have them at Bachmans. Also, if you go to visit your mother and forget that you need to mail your Bachmans bill before the trip, you can stop by the store and they will process the payment for you on the spot. Saves a stamp as well!
I got there right at 10, when they were opening and the gal unlocking the door said she would let me in but that I would need to leave using the gift shop/Patrick’s Bakery door. As soon as I stepped inside, I saw why. What I consider the main part of the store was absolutely empty. No bulbs, no seasonal anything, no shepherd’s hooks, no fertilizers, no merch on the endcaps, nothing. And looking out the sliding doors towards the back were row after row of empty tables and shelves. It was the eeriest feeling.
The gal at Customer Service told me they do this every winter; they start to ramp back up towards the end of February. That’s when people start thinking about seeds and getting started indoors for the eventual return of warm weather. The gift shop is open through the winter – if you need something for Valentine’s (including cut flower bouquets), Bachmans is ready for you.
Luckily the bird seed section on the far wall towards the back is still available. It’s nice to know I won’t have to drive to St. Paul if I need another hot sauce cylinder before spring!
I took a couple days off work at the end of the week with the warmer temperatures to finish a couple of outside things in the machine shed. Replaced a tire on one of the trailers and finished the last corner of the shop wall, with the exception of the last piece of steel that the electrician told me to hold off installing until they run conduit.
On Wednesday I went to Meyer’s Seed in Potsdam and ordered seed for this year.Trying a different variety of oats called Rushmore. Oat seed is $16 a bushel, and I got a bit of a discount for ordering early. I ordered 80 bags. Retail price on a bag of corn seed is $360. Again there was several discounts so I am not paying nearly that much, and thankfully I only needed 20 bags. Soybean seed, depending on whether it’s treated or not, is somewhere between $50 and $60 per bag.
I don’t need to get into all the different weights of the seed bags, and seeding rates, I’ve talked about that every year. When I left Meyers, I turned left on 70th Ave. and took that gravel road for 10 miles straight south until I came to County Road nine, took a right there which brought me right to the college. We had a commencement planning meeting. Couple of months the school year will be over and we’ll be dealing with commencement. Five miles down that 10 mile road, I parked in the middle of an intersection to take these photos. Probably could’ve parked there for an hour and not bothered anybody.
I got a free hat when I ordered seed!
Although with these cold temperatures I think he’s gonna want the stocking cap back.
About 10 years ago we bought a new washer and dryer. It has an automatic soap dispenser, so every couple of months we fill the reservoir with soap and don’t have to think about it. A few years ago when my mom was still in independent living, we were doing laundry for her and at one point in time one of my siblings made some comment about the detergent and if the rest of us were using the liquid or the powder. Gee, I kind of forgot about detergent, I hadn’t been adding any. I remembered that story this week as I did two loads of laundry at our neighbors house while they’re on vacation and our laundry room is still torn up. Kelly came with me as I swapped the second load from the washer to the dryer and I showed her the detergent I was using. She pointed out it was fabric softener. Well, now that you mention it, it was blue. It sure did smell nice. What I noticed was a big jug on top of the washing machine with a little cup and spout just like the red detergent container has. Once again, the best of intentions tripped up by my lack of attention to details. Remodeling update: On Friday, the guys started installing sheetrock. The electricians spent three days here, we got three new fans, code requires hardwired smoke detectors in all the bedrooms now, (not just in the hallway outside) so got four new ones to replace two battery ones we had. We also had them run two Cat 6 ethernet lines from the utility room to the TV and office. And a coax (antenna cable), to the TV. That way I can replace the line that’s been running over the roof, down the front of the house, and in our front window for 40 years. Kelly is almost as excited about getting rid of that wire as she is about the new bathtub. I’ve been watching some guys working on a cell phone tower along our driveway the last few days.
I sure hope they finish before it gets any colder.
IF YOU WERE GOING TO WORK OUTSIDE, IN THE WINTER, AT THIS HEIGHT, WHAT WOULD YOU NEED TO GET FOR FREE?
Yesterday I had to stand in the check-out line at Target; I was getting a giftcard for YA and I’ve never managed to do self-checkout successfully with a giftcard. There was only one cashier working the regular check-outs and the line was pretty long. The woman in front of me had a cart full of items, including a bunch of veggies which the cashier had to look up one by one. At one point the cashier asked to see her ID – it was a six-pack of something. This woman was clearly a senior citizen: completely white hair, hearing aids, cane on the side of her shopping cart. If I had to guess she had to be at least 80. The cashier looked at her license and typed something into the cash register. The line behind me got longer as this happened.
I understand that there are probably laws and/or corporate policies that lead to asking every single person for ID in these circumstances, but truly, carding an 80-year old woman at Target? And considering that I never get carded at the liquor store here in Minnesota or even buying liquor in Wisconsin (wine advent calendars at Aldis), I’m guessing it’s a Target policy and cash register programming enforces it. Sigh.
As I was heading to my car, it occurred to me that the woman’s purchase couldn’t have been alcohol. In Minnesota you can only buy alcohol at a state-licensed liquor store.
Most of my adult life, the new year has come with the headache (mild) of having to remember to write the correct year on forms and checks, mostly checks. I can’t even guess how many times into a new year I have still been writing the old year in the date.
As I changed out all my calendars this morning, I thought was thinking about this problem and realized that it’s not much of a problem anymore. I write almost no checks anymore. I still write a check to Bachmans most months since they do not have any kind of online billing yet. And the place where I pick strawberries in the spring and raspberries in the fall still needs a check. Even the apple picking place accepts cards now. Since I write so few checks, writing the date isn’t as automatic as it used to be either. Of course, I haven’t had to order checks for a couple of years now.
When I got my first checking account, my mother spent a couple of hours teaching me how to balance my checkbook, which I did religiously for decades. These days I check my bank stuff online every few days so even balancing the checkbook has gone by the wayside.
Do you still write many checks? How do you remember the new year’s date?
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