21 October 2020
Salwa's funny. Confronted with Lidocaine in a white cream instead of transparent gel this morning, she said, "That's good. I can see what I've put on." As if it were a mystery before.
It's refreshing to hear someone find the bright side of things for half an hour three times a week.
We'll get three applications out of the $20 tube ($70 without insurance) but I suspect rather than reorder one a week, we'll try the $10 spray from CVS. It just numbs the area for a while, after all.
I did prevail on Joyce to eat lunch today. She simply doesn't bother. And since she picks at dinner, there are a lot of leftovers. Today, she had a nice hamburger in a brioche bun, both leftovers.
But yesterday she got busy with a project, finally calling Social Security to get those checks rolling in by the end of the year.
I told her to forget the Web site and just call them. And it worked. She's a bit late on this as it is.
She was finally prompted to act by getting her quarterly Medicare bill a few days ago, which naturally overlaps with her first Social Security payment (which automatically deducts a Medicare premium).
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THE DRYER did not arrive today. I emailed Oscar, the Lowe's assistant store manager, for an update but didn't hear from him all day.
Instead, a few minutes ago as I was minding my own business, an email arrived with the subject "Great News -- Your Item(s) Have Been Delivered."
They must be kidding.
They have my address in the email and are proud to announce, "The item(s) below have been delivered. Thanks for shopping at Lowe's."
But there's nothing here. Not even left at the curb.
Now you might, as I did, think they mean it's been delivered to the store for installation here. And I would ask by replying to the email (as has been the custom since the last century) but the return email address is:
do-not-reply@confirmation.lowes.com
If I get an email tonight from DSI Logistics, the company that actually delivers and installs the appliances, it might clear things up. And, who knows, tomorrow we might have a complete set of Whirlpools to do laundry.
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Yesterday, in an effort to stress test the washer, I rummaged around the garage looking for old towels and stuff. The Executive Bathroom's rug looked like a candidate but it was too gross to put in that stainless steel capsule of a washer.
And when I rinsed it out a bit in the big white plastic tub Alice had admired when she was babysitting the washer installation for us, it disintegrated.
So after I took care of Mom's list today (which included voting by mail, which is not as subversive as some people would have you believe since that's how all of Daly City has voted for some time now), I risked my life (my health anyway) and dropped into Bed, Bath & Beyond with a 20 percent discount coupon on my phone to find a new one.
They had plenty of Wamsutta bath rugs, of course, in a variety of colors. Not the subtle purple that would match the faded towels in the Executive Washroom but a change might be exhilarating (or the next closest thing to it).
I was gravitating to a neutral color, a light gray that would not jar with the fake gray tiles on the wall. But they were out of the 20x34-inch size. It was the only color in that size they were out of.
It must be me.
Is it any wonder we find it so refreshing to hear someone find the bright side of things half an hour three times a week?