HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Let the barking commence!
Let the barking commence!
One of my car's battery is flat as a pancake. It is a new battery, too, which I bought from Autozone about a month ago. After I change into my grubby clothes, it is out to jump start it and take it on a long ride. Maybe I'll go have breakfast down in Bloomington this morning.
Although weatherwise, today is supposed to be the last nice dry day for a while. I think we are in for a wet weekend, but no snow, just rain.
I wasn't feeling my best over the weekend, could I have a do-over?
But it may not last. She was, of course, waiting for me when I got home doing the kitty-equivalent of tapping her paw. As I settled in to watching the latest episode of At Home with the Braithwaites, she soon joined me after a quick nosh.
I decided to let her roam the countryside again this morning. I plan to get home before it starts to rain, but you never know.
I just got home. It is not raining, but my sweet cat is not waiting for me. Maybe she really is cheating on me after all. But we have an open relationship anyway so that shouldn't matter.
I decided to take a little walk to see if I could find her. Well, two of my neighbors were outside having a little convo when they saw me looking around corners and under the deck. One of them yelled, "are you looking for Simba?"
Hmmm. Maybe she really is leading a double life!
It snowed last night, but only a little more than an inch. I still kicked her outside for the day. Well, I don't want her using any of the plants as her own privvy. It is not too cold, and she has protected places to hang. In fact, the night before last, she was gone for hours only to come home smelling of some girl's perfume.
Keep an eye out for those crazy barking buggers out there.
But it could be snow! Got to look on the bright side. There is a big blob of rain hovering over Indianapolis. We haven't had a lot of rain lately, so I am sure it is welcome in the rural areas for agricultural reasons. Yet every time I get into a weather convo with farmers, they always start complaining about drainage.
When I was a kid they never used to raise the postal rates very much. I volunteered in the mail room of a hospital when I was fourteen. After I was there for a while, the ultimate thrill was being able to run mail through the Pitney-Bowes postage meter machine! The business office sent down a box or two of envelopes with bills in them and I earned the privilege to do the stamping run. The postage . . . 5¢
Today was the day Katie and my friend, Jen got together for dim sum. We have been talking about doing this for the past year and a half, but we finally got our arses in gear and went down to one of Indianapolis's best kept secrets, Shangahi Lil.
I am new to this dim sum thing, but it is just like an Asian tappas bar. You get this series of appetizer-sized portions of food you choose from a list. Everything from boiled chicken feet to five spiced beef (cold), steamed meatballs in sticky rice to seaweed salad. If you ever get to Indy, go to Shanghai Lil.
They debit an additional 20% if you don't "leave a tip" on your charge!
My routine is to charge only the meal on the card, and pay the tip in cash. I did this last night.
Today I got online and looked at the list of transactions charged to the gift card and noticed that the restaurant charge amount was not correct. I telephoned the restaurant and asked them to check their charges, they did, and called me back with the correct amount.
I called the bank that issued the gift card to ask them what gives? Then they told me about this plus-20% practice. They assured me that the 20% would be credited back to my gift card "in a couple, but up to eight days." Bastards!
Gift Cards are a nuisance! Give cold-hard instead!
You need a classic BMW to show off to your friends, don't you?
Silly postal buggers! The original (which is lovely, by the way) card, which Joz correctly addressed was mis-routed to the Nora Branch post office here in Greater Indianapolis. My address is in the Broad Ripple branch post office, also here in Indianapolis. Google reports the distance between the offices is about 3½ miles.
Your tax dollars paid for a 2,130 mile trip all the way back to Joz's address in Los Angeles, instead of the 3½ mile trip down Westfield Blvd - not to mention that the card was postmarked December 9, and here it is January 3! Also, not to mention, that Joz had to cough up another 37¢ to re-mail the original card to the same bloody address!
Joz, thank you for your card. I am not surprised that with your persistant (and refreshing) attention to detail, you often require and additional day or two to be added to your weekend.