Texas company issues recall after Viagra-like ingredient discovered in its coffee
Bestherbs Coffee LLC has recalled all of its “New of Kopi Jantan Tradisional Herbs Coffee” after the FDA said it found traces of desmethyl carbodenafil in the product. The substance is similar to sildenafil, an ingredient found in Viagra, a commonly prescribed medication men take to treat erectile dysfunction disorder.
It was really good coffee so why is she pregnant?
I have quite a few international readers. I wonder how closely they follow news events in the USA.
I am always amazed by well informed these readers are. I know that most Americans have no clue about what is happening in the rest of the world, except for a few people in the news like Putin and Macron and places like Afghanistan and Iran.
We are getting prepared to travel to Europe this fall and are bracing for comments. We have bought t-shirts to wear.
Lately I haven't been posting political things. First, it depresses me. Secondly, I am preaching to the Choir.
What do you want to read in the journals?
Jordin Kare died yesterday, from complications of aortic valve replacement surgery. I am still somewhat in shock. He was younger than Colleen.
There is not much to be grateful for on this Thursday, but I am profoundly
grateful for Jordin's music, which has been part of my life's soundtrack
since at least the early 1980s. He was one of the founders of Off Centaur
Publications, publishers of the Westerfilk songbooks and many fine filk
tapes. (Jordin did the typesetting for Westerfilk I using
troff, which led to a number of typos involving single
quotes, which troff treats specially if they're the first character in a
Last night Naomi and I sang a few of his songs -- "Fire In the Sky", "The Designer" and "The Engineer", "Waverider", and all I could remember of "Kantrowitz 1972". It wasn't until this morning that I found the lyrics for that and "Sail for Amber", Colleen's favorite.
I just ...
The night's real dark; I'm not sure what phase of the moon we're in or if it's just overcast. The temperature is quite comfortable, cooler than it is in my bedroom. We opened the window a couple of hours ago, but neglected the patio sliding door. Sans air conditioning, the bed felt both too warm & slightly damp from sweat. Not a recipe for good sleep. I gave up 15 minutes ago and came out here. Meanwhile, my husband is blissfully within the arms of Morpheus.
LJ got back late this afternoon. He'd been away since last Friday; off to an annual meeting, with all four of our godchildren in tow. He had five days of playing parent, while I spent my time trying to bring order out of chaos. While I did take a friend's invitation to lunch on Friday and had a memorial to go to on Sunday, I've been quite busy the remainder of the time.
I was desperate for a dresser. While I have ample closet space, both of my dressers remained at our old place, leaving me no place to put things like underwear, socks and sweaters. Further, T-shirts were hanging, taking up room in the closet they just didn't need to take up. I made the journey with a handcart to the old place, retrieving the smaller of the two dressers, a modern oak coffee table & a dining room chair inadvertently left behind. I would've preferred the mule chest, but the dresser will live in my walk-in closet, & there just wasn't room for the larger chest. That, plus the fact the mule chest simply will not fit in the back of the Prius, while the smaller dresser did. The mule chest will eventually make the journey here, likely to be in my craft space.
With the dresser in my closet I was able to sort through things like socks, underwear, t-shirts & tanks and decide what stays and what goes. This afternoon (well, I guess yesterday afternoon), 6 sizable boxes of old clothes went to the thrift store that supports the local hospice. I found a cache of ancient shirts that dated back to the late 1970s. They got packed when I moved to the West Coast after medical school, and never opened, given all the weight I gained while doing my residency. They were mediums & larges. I think there's a reasonable possibility I will once again get into larges, getting into a medium feels rather doubtful. I got rid of 2/3 of them & washed the remainder. They're sitting on the living room chair right now for my husband to take a look at. Many, if not most, should fit him and I've asked him to take what he wants, and I'll bring the rest to the thrift shop.
With the china hutch in the living/dining room, in the place where it's going to live, I've been unpacking all the things that go into it. The china, the crystal, the fancier serving pieces I've acquired of the years were all super well packed, & taking up a lot of space. I had hoped to have everything put away before my husband's return, but that was just not in the cards. I did make a huge dent in it however. New goal is to try and have it all the way by the weekend.
I did have numerous boxes of things that belonged in the china hutch, in various kitchen cabinets. That's no longer the case, so I have more space now in the kitchen to figure out how I'm going to use. I also now have a bunch more bubblewrap to use for shipping things that I successfully sell on eBay. Speaking of that, three more items shipped out today, but I await payments on another half dozen, three of which I suspect I'm going to wind up having to relist. However, putting stuff up on eBay is definitely working and I expect when all is said and done, I'll reclaim 3 to 4 grand out of things I know longer want or need. I'm already up to 800 bucks and only a fraction of what I ultimately want to dispose of, has been listed and sold.
All right, time to try and lie down again.
Today we walked to the State Capitol Building which is about a half mile away. In total walk of 1.18 miles. Linda wanted to see how big the protest was on the steps. They were getting ready to protest Secretary of Education Betsy DeVos.
The walls of a suburban house contained a secret missive.
This is the sort of thing I would do. In fact, I did. My time capsule was a little more extensive. I remodeled a hot tub in my apartment. I included a history of my ownership of the condominium with a few pictures. I also included a copy of the grocery ad from the week, a first class postage stamp, and the front page of the newspaper. That was back around 1996.
I took all those treasures and sealed them in a Tyvek envelope which is mostly waterproof, placed them in a shopping bag that I received from a shoe store because it had a string closure. I hung the parcel from the structures under the tub where it would be away from the damp floor. Who knows when it will be found.
Family of woman killed by Minneapolis police wants answers
The line is Throw Mama from the Train, a Kiss." It implies that you are throwing Mama and not the Kiss. English is a Word order language. Placement is important.
I saw the headline and read:
Family of woman killed by Minneapolis Police. "Wants answers" was lost somewhere in translation.
I was prevalent in the 1980s but by the 90s it was waning a wasn't done a lot.
I knew a guy in the late 80s that made his own fans for this purpose. I don't know how much is technique and how much is just flowing with the music.
Somehow I appear to have missed posting last week. We've moved. (Looking at the notes for last Sunday, I'm guessing that the reason I missed posting was sheer exhaustion -- that was a busy day, and I'd done more lifting than is good for me.)
We moved into the new house on Wednesday. The movers, from Two Men And a Truck, were fast and efficient - we were out of the apartment in an hour and a half. Highly recommended.
My new phone, on the other hand, is not highly recommended. It's a great phone, except that because it was factory unlocked it doesn't support HD Voice and, hence, WiFi Calling. That's bad, because the cell signal here is rather spotty. It could be worse, except that I actually have a signal in the house, albeit a weak one at times.
I spent hours on chat with AT&T's tech support, and hours in their store, and a little while in the T-Mobile store, trying to get the damned thing recognized by the network. No dice. Now it won't even work as a WiFi hotspot, which sucks. I'll have to swap it again. I hate phones. I hate phone companies. H8 H8 H8. (Basingstoke.)
We are mostly moved in, except that our beds are in the second pod, which isn't arriving until next week. Oops. So we're still on the sofabed, which is in the living room because we didn't want to try to deal with moving it out of the bedroom. It's not merely heavy, it's huge, and won't fit vertically through a doorway.
The house is going to take some getting used to. The kitchen is lovely and open, but doesn't have as much storage as we expected -- in particular, there's only one rather narrow set of drawers. So that will take some refactoring.
The biggest problem, though, is the cats. Ticia is no longer being aggressive toward Cricket, but she's curious. Cricket, however, is terrified, and just hides. That's going to take some work -- it's not the usual case where one cat is being aggressive, so the usual procedures for reintroducing cats don't really apply.
Other than that, though, I like it here. There are a few other assorted inconveniences, but the place itself is lovely -- calm and quiet.
In the 90s, there were plenty of opportunities for me to sero-convert. What kept me negative was luck, and wanting only to top, and iron discipline in my practices. That discipline (and my guilt the few times I lapsed) came from the memories I have of people who had become poz before anything was known about the virus expressing to me, especially while managing their live with AIDS, how urgently they wanted me to stay negative. I remember arriving at a play party in 1993 in San Francisco and seeing and greeting Max who was there socially, and how immediately, out of nowhere, he put his hand in a bowl of condoms, grabbed a few, and handed them to me and telling me to make sure I always had some and to use them. He hadn't gone much beyond small-talk before that. Don't do this, was the message from the ones sick and dying, we know better now. Stay healthy.
At the same time, plenty of urban poz and PWAs at the time were creating a rebel mystique about how HIV / AIDS was another marker of having been thrown out of society and being counter-cultural if not outright edgy and hot. Of course HIV created its own aesthetic of danger in the communities that had it, and poz people deserved it because they were not garbage to be shunned, as much of society was treating them at the time. They were still sexual and alive and worthy and their sexuality was real and valid. But personally, I found glamorizing the punk of HIV / AIDS, (yes, at the time still also AIDS, you couldn't really hold the AIDS part back much) to the point that people WANTED to earn that bio-hazard tat, well, too much. I carried Max and other older men warning me in my head with me for years. Don't fucking be stupid. You know better. Many voices out there trying to keep us negative young men negative. "Don't end up like me." They would be disappointed and heart-broken at one more person to worry about and maybe lose, and I looked up to them.
I am thinking about that now because while HIV became manageable, the other thing I encountered first on that trip to San Francisco, meth, is not. It's been in my life 25 years now peripherally, and recently has tripled in force as I have become close to a number of people who are barely managing, or trying to climb out of a relapse, or fucking succumbing to it. They are, in my opinion, spectacular human beings whose addiction is stopping them from being the forces of light they have every right to be in this world that so needs their light. Meth is now closer to home than ever.
Here in London fucking club drugs are fucking everywhere, utterly normalized, as is binge drinking. One of my closest friends here told me how he literally can't go dancing any more because the drugs make him feel so awful in the mornings. When I tell him one can dance sober, he dismisses me: it is not the same, and sober it is so much less it is not worth doing. In this culture, a month of being sober is considered a feat of fortitude enough to justify fundraising for doing it. And yes, it gets to me: sometimes I feel like my abstinence means something is wrong with me. That is just how being a social species works.
New friends always wonder a little when they find out I don't and haven't done club drugs, tell me a little MDMA would be fun, discuss the quality of coke to be had openly. I'm pretty sure that if I smoked a little hit of meth at a "chill-out", just once to know what it was like, just a smoke man, nothing major, inhaled once, all under control, and then had sex with some guy for the next 8 hours, most of my gay friends would pat me on the back, and only my straights would be worried. And maybe they shouldn't be worried. Maybe it was only a little hit just to find things out. Doesn't mean I'll go out of control right away. Totally overblown worry. Lots of guys do a little meth on weekends. Right?
Yet yet yet yet. I know so many gays for whom it is no longer a little fun treat, especially now they are sober. Losing relationships, jobs, NA meetings, relapses. Seared in my brain is this memory of standing on a street in New York and hearing this amazing person tell me "You know, the weirdest thing about addiction is how it makes the outrageous seem like a good idea. Injecting yourself with tap water because you are out of sterile seems totally normal all of a sudden."
I was horrified to hear there was such a thing as a bare-backing party in 1992, or that they knowingly allowed bug-chasers. But then I got told I needed to be cool and respect bodily autonomy and other people's decisions. Now I look at the remnants of that sex&death edginess (thanks, Treasure Island Media), take my PrEP, and smirk at guys excitedly talking about wanting "toxic poz loads". Shut up, asshole, there's no such thing anymore unless you are dumb enough to be with someone dumb enough to not take daily meds and lose the undetectable status.
Slamming is now the frontier here for the out there and cool, the tragic messes to be revered for their plugged-inness and the reality they are serving, away from us bourgeois sell-outs to marriage and suburbia. The guys I am close to I mentioned before truly do not want to do it any more, but they seem utterly alone in there. The one thing I am not hearing is anything inside their culture even trying to hold them back. There seem to be no Maxes, nobody who has been there, telling them it is a bad idea, or even metaphorically yanking a syringe away from them in some sense.
On the hook-up apps there is barely any filter, anybody moderating for what we KNOW are the keywords: chill-out, PnP, HnH, High and Horny, Slamming, Slam, Zlam. I see them every time on my grid, they reach out to me even though my profile says fuck no to that. I know tech, I know what is a real effort and what is half-hearted lip-service (surprise, they are doing only the latter). I know a bot could filter all of the profiles better than they are even trying, and filter chats real-time, and flag them up for review instantly, but nobody in charge of the comms seems really desiring to do and be this prescriptive. How would they, why would they--I remember the Marketing dude for one big hookup fetish website, previously Marketing dude for another hook-up website, being at every major gay fetish party I was at for 3 years on two continents, eyes wider and buggier every time, until I did not, and have not, seen him around for the last few years. Facilitating chemsex makes the sites money over facilitating sober sex, and if they are on it themselves, because everyone is, because everyone can handle their drugs on a weekend, right, why would they clamp down? Why would our culture clamp down? It's just a bit of fun. A little release. Adults can handle it.
Twenty years ago there were voices from inside the community telling us to stay negative, not just external agencies and helpful initiatives. I remember going into cruising spots and finding community workers handing out condoms. I am not hearing, or hearing of, voices from inside the sex and especially chemsex community, on-line, off-line, organically saying, don't do this. It will kill you. I've been there. I barely got out. Stop.
We knew where men had sex and showed up. We know where the fucking dealers live now. Everyone knows who they are at the parties.
They say nobody proselytizes against a sin more than reformed sinners, but sometimes it feels to me like meth is bucking that trend. I hope it is just me being so out of touch with this culture I do not know where to look.
I'm a tremendous fracker, coal, natural gas, alternate energy, wind -- everything, right?
Donald J. Trump July 2017
Hmmm I think Fracker may not be the work he wanted. I am thinking of a word with a U in it.
Excerpts of transcripts between Trump and press on Air Force One
- Cleaned the kitchen, living room, and master bathroom surfaces.
- Dry- and wet-swiffered the upstairs floors.
- Dusted the inside of the car, removed the "not needed for travel" stuff from the car, grabbed a bag to use for trash, and grabbed a spare towel to use for lumbar support on the drive.
- Filled up the car's gas tank (despite the reconstruction of the Costco gas station areas).
- Gone to the bank to get cash (and break some of it into smaller bills to tip housekeeping).
- Had lunch (ham-n-cheese pocket sammich, chips, and pickle spear)¹ and did the lunch dishes.
- Mise en placed for dinner (from-frozen chicken cordon bleu and instant "loaded baked potato" mashed potatoes).
- Packed everything (except the CPAP, laptop,² and toiletries).
- Took out the recycling (the trash will go out after dinner).
|¹||After having the pizza buffet for lunch Friday, then takeout pizza for dinner Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday, as well as for breakfast Sunday, I wasn't really in the mood for pizza again for lunch today.|
|²||I need something on which I can write my con.report.|
What's your favorite cereal?
organic rolled oatmeal
Is there a bus stop near your house?
indeed there is, in all the places I stay except the beach. I ride it a lot in Chicago.
Do you prefer red wine or white wine?
dry rose from Provence
What's the last airport you were at? Why were you there?
Charlotte (CLT) coming home from California, and a very nice employee helped me find my car (running late when I first got there so forgot to note parking place in my phone....)
Who do you live with?
husband, cat--Columbia; husband only (usually)--Chicago; sister, BIL, my cat, their dog, and whoever--beach; son, partner, granddaughter, their cats--California.
Do you read reddit? If so, how often and what subreddits do you like?
Occasionally if there's something I want to talk about that no one on any other site is interested in, but it's not very satisfying.
Have you recently broken up with a significant other or even just a friend?
broke up with a prison a couple of years ago (though still visit others); rightly, it turns out (that guy who used the drone was there)
What's the weather like today? Is it nice enough to go outside?
really hot and humid, as usual, and no outside in the middle of the day if possible, but hoping for some rain to cool it down
Do you know anyone who's had a baby recently?
son's partner's brother's wife...son's partner's sister is due soon
Have you used a pen or pencil today? What did you write down?
What does your last text message say and who is it from?
reminder to call Senators about healthcare vote, from Daily Action
Can you count how many times you've seen your favourite film?
probably five or six, but there are lots of them.
When was the last time you ate marshmallows?
the last time I had somemores, and when was that? or maybe it was hot chocolate...
Do you listen to any podcasts? How do you listen to them?
when I'm working out. I like Lovecraft stories and To the Best of Our Knowledge, and use my phone.
How old will you be in the year 2030?
88, if I'm around then.
How often does the kettle in your house get used?
at least twice a day
Does your skin bruise easily? Do you have any bruises right now? What from?
no, one fading, probably from kayak paddle
What was the last thing you spent $150 or more on?
refinishing an antique table that people had made water rings on
Do you prefer yes or no questions or more open-ended questions?
depends on the question!
What brand of toilet paper do you usually buy?
Publix 100% recycled
If I knocked on your door right now, would you be acceptably dressed?
by my standards, but probably not everyone's (old shorts and tanktop)
Why did you leave your last job?
retired, if we're talking paid work, but I'm still a volunteer at various things
What color were the last socks you wore?
white, with running shoes (no socks after March down here, otherwise)
Are you studying currently? What level of education and what do you study?
Studying Buddhism always, and the actions of politicians, and human oddness, and the beauty of the natural world, and whatever I'm trying to write about--refugees, just now. I have a Ph.D. in linguistics, but don't do serious scholarly work with that anymore
Have you ever eaten at a restaurant and left without paying?
no! would not do that.
What was the last thing that made you laugh out loud?
a dinosaur trying to do Warrior Three asana (video...)
What's your favorite scent of air freshener?
I so much dislike any kind and never use it.
How many weddings have you ever been to?
many, many --can't recall
Do you know anyone named Nora?
I had a friend in school, but she was Norah
Are your hands and feet in good condition or could you do with a mani-pedi?
They're a mess in various ways, including a blue polish on my toes that needs to go
When was the last time you played a board game? What did you play?
Last week--my family plays all the time. I think the last one was about growing wine--Viticulture, a variant of Tuscany, maybe?
How old were you when you first became sexually active? (consensual sex act)
15--isn't that a good age? Depends on what you mean by the term, though.
Have you ever been to a festival for beer or other type of alcohol?
no, unless you count Octoberfest in Chicago
Do you own a record player and/or vinyls?
yes, but never use them. The vinyls are old and scratched.
When was the last time you went out for drinks?
I think Bill and I went to a bar sometime last fall?
Have you ever been to a strip club?
no, not that I remember. I went to dinner with a porn king in SF in the 60's, but didn't get involved in his activities!
What's your favorite kind of smoothie?
something with mango and bananas--other stuff varies
Do you know anyone with a 'virtue name'? (Google it)
I've had students with names like that, and Hindu friend named Anahata (heart)
Would you ever wear real authentic leather?
i try to avoid when possible, but my most recent shoes are..
Have you taken out the trash today?
big plans for when it cools down a bit later
How often do you wear make-up?
pretty much never, and same for jewelry
What's your opinion on The Simpsons?
funny, but I watch only if someone else turns them on or they're still on when I tune in for something else
Do you prefer horizontal or vertical stripes?
I'm very tolerant of both
What's your favorite brand of deodorant/antiperspirant?
Do you know anyone who has been through a divorce?
me and lots of other people
If you had the money, would you take taxis everywhere instead of driving?
In Chicago and SF, yes (Lyft, actually, though in Chicago it's so easy to hail a cab right there and not wait). Other places it would be too complicated.
Have you ever done a juice cleanse?
no--don't quite get the point, with all that sugar in juice. I've done colonoscopy prep, but don't think that's what you're asking
Do you have any friends who you can't decide if they're attractive or not?
don't know what my friends think about their own attractiveness, but they mostly seem very at home in themselves at this point
Is the inside of your fridge clean right now or does it need a clean out?
Needs to be cleaned out! Too many condiments pushed to the back.
When was the last time you washed the dishes?
I always put everything in the dishwasher and run it when full. Bill's not here, so not full yet this week.
Are there any magazines that you read on a regular basis?
New Yorker - Harper's--Tricycle
Do you have to pay for parking in most places in the town/city you live in?
All the cities downtown, but not the beach
What's the first thing you tend to do when you have a headache?
Take an ibuprofen if it's bad enough, otherwise ignore it
Tell me about your responsibilities at work.
I can't imagine you want to hear. I edit loans for Kiva, discuss Buddhism and meditation in prison, coordinate communications for the Buddhist group, rent a beach house (phone calls, contracts, etc). Today I sent a mass email for the beach house rental, and Saturday I helped lay pavers at our retreat center. It varies!
What's your favorite style/cut of underwear?
all cotton, even over elastic, bikini cut panties, and underwire bra (preferably Warner's)
Can you hear lots of traffic from your house? Does it bother you?
Sadly, I can hear the interstate from my deck here. Other places, no.
Have you ever had proper Canadian poutine with the squeaky cheese?
Yes, in Montreal and Quebec, and I loved it! The best had lamb gravy, but it was all good.
Do your parents know how to operate smartphones and/or computers?
My mother was learning to use a computer in her 90's but she died in 2001, so no smart phones. My father died in 1983, so neither for him. My kids were just starting to play with a TI keyboard then, but it didn't interest my father at the time.
How old are your parents, anyway?
My mother was 90 and my father 78 when they died, long ago
Are you allergic to anything? What do you have to do to prevent them?
not sure what, probably mold, and I take Zyrtec
What song is stuck in your head at the moment?
none! don't make me think of one!
Do you hate it when people try really hard, or do you kinda like it?
depends on who and what and when
What's your boss' first name? Do you call him/her by that name?
no boss, and that's how I like it, but when I had them, I usually called them by their first names--not the college presidents, but anyone below that
When was the last time you wore a uniform of any kind? What color was it?
I wore a waitress (that's what we were then) uniform back in 1966--black skirt and white blouse and white laced leather laced shoes, like nurses used to wear. So ugly.
Do you complete a survey before taking this one? Will you take one after?
Is this a survey?
Have you ever lost enough weight to drop a dress size?
yes, and gained it back (several times...)
What's your favorite kind of bread?
homemade with lots of grains and things
When was the last time you got pizza? What toppings did you get?
last night, with anchovies
Do you own Monopoly? Is it the original or a special version?
I think there's part of a set at the beach, the original.
What was the last thing you said out loud?
thanks, and bye, to telephone solicitor.
You have to choose one: cats or dogs?
cats, but I do like dogs, just not quite as much. But then I don't have a dog right now.
Would someone being either a cat or dog person effect you dating them?
dating probably is not ever going to be something I do again, but I don't think I'd get on with a person who didn't like animals.
How do you travel to and from work?
Mostly by computer and phone, but I do drive to prisons
Do you primarily use cash or card for your purchases? Why?
Card when possible (need miles!)
Have you ever been to a stadium concert?
several, but my favorite was listening to Paul McCartney from the street outside the stadium (outdoor football arena) and dancing in the street
Cottonwood Garden, Vancouver, 2017-07-09; 0119
© Bill Pusztai 2017
Morning in the Burned House Margaret Atwood
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here I am. The spoon which was melted scrapes against the bowl which was melted also. No one else is around. Where have they gone to, brother and sister, mother and father? Off along the shore, perhaps. Their clothes are still on the hangers, their dishes piled beside the sink, which is beside the woodstove with its grate and sooty kettle, every detail clear, tin cup and rippled mirror. The day is bright and songless, the lake is blue, the forest watchful. In the east a bank of cloud rises up silently like dark bread. I can see the swirls in the oilcloth, I can see the flaws in the glass, those flares where the sun hits them. I can’t see my own arms and legs or know if this is a trap or blessing, finding myself back here, where everything in this house has long been over, kettle and mirror, spoon and bowl, including my own body, including the body I had then, including the body I have now as I sit at this morning table, alone and happy, bare child’s feet on the scorched floorboards (I can almost see) in my burning clothes, the thin green shorts and grubby yellow T-shirt holding my cindery, non-existent, radiant flesh. Incandescent.
Along with the media center, Aaron picked up this super cool new remote.
It. Is. Amazing. It uses a usb dongle, so I can have the media player behind things and the remote still just works. 💕
The front is a standard remote.
The back is a keyboard!
Just picture the closet with two deep shelves near the very top, and a big empty space/cleaning tool clutter piled up in the open lower space.
Now there are five narrow shelves that go down the wall, and it works so much better.
I found cleaning supplies buried in there that I hadn't recalled having, let alone buying. They'd been buried in a cluttered mess so long. 😂
Much better. 💕
Things sorta have lapsed in the whole posting of long entries area for a bit.
Life is just chugging along as usual. The weather has been really lovely lately so we’ve been having BBQed burgers more often. So that’s been awesome.
My strawberry plants on the patio are getting berries a little at a time, so that is pretty fantastic too. Some decent sized ones, too.
Moved my little wading pool into the center of the raised bed area, where the ground is a bit more level. Of course right after that we had cooler and windier days, so I haven’t needed to sit in it again yet.
Oh, There was one of those huge propane tanks you can rent sitting at the side of our house, and the other day we finally had it carted off. They showed up a day late, but it’s gone now. Originally they were to be over on Tuesday, but were a no show. They had called, but left no message it seems. You’d think they would have said ‘hey, we’ll be here the following day’ or something.
The tank was here when we moved in, and we sort of inherited the payments for it. Initially we were going to see if someone could repair the insert fireplace it hooks to, as the fireplace was doa when we moved in. Not one company ever got back to us about repairs (I lie, a year later we got a call asking if it ‘still needed repaired’… ), and so we’ve finally just said screw it.
We are going to (one day) just pull it out and put in an electric one in its place. The space looks a lot bigger now, with out the huge tank there. Super happy we don’t have that yearly payment anymore.
Oh, I had a disappointed moment the other day. I had another pile of donations, so I got it all set up to be picked up on the 5th. They called to verify and say to have it out by 8am, and they’d be by between 8am-6pm…. well… they were a no show.
At ten minutes to 6pm I called the number … which gave me voice mail. I left a message with my name, number and the home address they were supposed to pick up at. And then I emailed the two contacts I have in my address book for the donation place.
Not a word back … until yesterday. And that was just one message, from the head office, asking for my phone # (which I sent, again). A few hours after that another email came in saying they’d forward the info to the Victoria branch?? Why the frack didn’t the first eMail just give me the Victoria branch contact info?
Any how, long story short, I’m still waiting to hear from.. anyone.
I’ll wait til the middle of next week, and then I’m calling the Big Brothers/Big Sisters donation pick up place.
Oh, and on Thursday.. I think it was Thursday, this week has been a blur… anyway, on Thursday while I was listening to an audiobook my phone swelled up, and separated the casing down the whole left side. Dang it.
Some searching in forums says it may have been caused by using a case on the phone while wirelessly charging with the fast charge function . Things heat up and can’t dissipate as well because of the case.
We went to Rogers, and at first we’re going to get S7s again, but the sales guy sold me on the S8. It has a better camera for darker situations, the bigger screen was a selling point too. And it is so much faster than the S7. And the wireless fast charger has cooling fans built in so that’s a bonus.
Unfortunately, the computers were down company wide, and so we drove all the way there just to find out they can’t sell anything until the computers are back up. Ack!
He offered $50 off if we would return when the systems were back up, and so we ask him to set aside the phones for us. Then we left our contact info, and went to pick up Noodle Box and head home again.
When we are about half way home we get the call The systems were back up. So Aaron turns around and we head back. At this point he’s talked himself into getting one as well. (Which in the end turned out to be a great idea, as he hadn’t noticed, because his phone case was more aggressive, but his phone was doing the same as mine).
We got there and picked up two S8s (plus $100 off), two cases and a wireless fast charger charger (30% off). Their systems are sloooooow, so we were there for quite a while, but finally did get to walk away with new phones.
I spent a little while getting things set back up (thank goodness for Samsung cloud, made getting apps and such back so easy.)
Yesterday was a windy, but laid back, day. I did a bunch of yard work and listened to audiobooks mainly. “The Ultra Fabulous Glitter Squadron”
While I was doing outside stuff Aaron posted the old phones on a local classified page (free, needs repaired). They were picked up shortly after. So that was awesome.
Once I was done with outdoor stuff I did my treadmill time (I try to get at least 18k in a day lately).
A newer, faster, Kodi media player Aaron had ordered arrived in the mail while I was doing things, and he gave it to me when I came inside.
I hooked it up in the bedroom.
Now that we know it works like a dream we’ll get another to replace the older livingroom one too. The older units don’t like playing some of the newer files, and so the update was long due. Nothing like having tv or film files that won’t play. Anyhow, I got that all set up with our home media server, and then turned on the Monkees series (woohooo!).
After that was done I bopped along like a dork and started adding fairy lights to my wicker teardrop chair.
Speaking of fairy lights… Aaron had clicked the buttons on them the four or five days ago .. and I kept meaning to fix it because it made the one lit strand do chasing instead of steady lights.
Last night I finally went out to fix that. I was like ‘what the hell’ and clicked the power buttons on the un lit strands …. and they lit up. I’m not sure what is going on.
All I can think is maybe the two strands that were not lighting could never fully charge initially, and when he switched them off they had a chance to. I am thrilled.
I mean compared to the meltdown of a government, this is small potatoes, but it's all kinda additive.
There is a bit of Angst available as we could watch "The French Lieutenant's Woman" I'm not sure I am ready to stand at the end of the Cobb and look longingly toward the sea. I have actually strolled the Cobb at Lyme Regis in Dorset. The Cobb is actually a pier made of cobblestones.
I've about used up the choices on Netflix. Last night I watched "Big Eden" which is a sweet film about a man returning to a small Montana town to look after his ailing grandfather. The town is busy looking out for his interest and doing a bit of matchmaking.