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Just the aftermath of death - in my mum's case - it is incredibly bureaucratic in a pedantic but precise manner. Fresh issues arise regularly.
I was expecting a FedEx delivery today. I dutifully went out and made sure there was a pathway shoveled from east and west driveway to the rear porch where my account specs say I prefer delivery. I even left the deck door open so the courier wouldn't have to bother...
Package was scheduled to arrive before 8pm. Just now got an email saying there was a delivery exception, specifically "Local delivery restriction" and that no action is required on my part and that delivery will be rearranged "when conditions improve."
It has been very snowy/blowy all day around here and the driver's coming from a place 65 miles away. So does that mean they just quit the route early (for good reason) or that the guy took a look at the couple inches of show in one or the other driveway --not enough for the plowman to have plowed again yet-- and assumed I had not shoveled a path for him, or what?
Package was scheduled to arrive before 8pm. Just now got an email saying there was a delivery exception, specifically "Local delivery restriction" and that no action is required on my part and that delivery will be rearranged "when conditions improve."
It has been very snowy/blowy all day around here and the driver's coming from a place 65 miles away. So does that mean they just quit the route early (for good reason) or that the guy took a look at the couple inches of show in one or the other driveway --not enough for the plowman to have plowed again yet-- and assumed I had not shoveled a path for him, or what?
Blood work came out "great, it's excellent". Follow-up on Tuesday with doctor, and cardiologist appointment set up.
You read emails from stores? I unsubscribe everything. I know where you are if I need you!
Sometimes. Can't begin to count the hundreds if not thousands I've saved over the years by waiting for a sale and then buying hardware. Last power gardening tool I bought cost me roughly $200 less by waiting an extra day for the sale to kick in. It was a Stihl.
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Celebrate with some popcorn!
I'm planning on munching away on a 5 lb container of sourdough pretzels this weekend. I can only enjoy popcorn during the summer. Pretzels on the other hand can be enjoyed whenever. Whether it be with beer, tea, coffee, or juice. Or plain sparkling water or flat water.
I don’t spend enough to make the savings! They don’t put the latest iPhone on sale!
You shouldn't go around bumping into people, trying to start "unauthorized matches".
Try the toy store?
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Is there a point in watching? Iowa's got a 80% chance even with half a squad down, in theory.
[doublepost=1551997132][/doublepost]Who knows, Gutty. You may meet a single mother of a college senior. Hit it off, date, get married. Send the story into Hallmark.
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Agree back in the 80’s and 90’s, but Penn State will walk away with it and the NCAA’s, unfortunately.
I haven't watched NCAA wrestling in over a decade but I was surprised at how bad Illy is these days. Oh, well, you still got a chance at a Hallmark film.Agree back in the 80’s and 90’s, but Penn State will walk away with it and the NCAA’s, unfortunately.
My brother and I had a conversation about packs last night, and he recalled that - most unusually, as I normally don't have a sweet tooth (yes, there are savoury pancakes served in Brittany) - of all of the family, I was (and am) the person who liked pancakes most.
Of course, I now realise that it wasn't so much the preparation and serving of the pancakes per se, as it was the emotions engendered by the occasion of their preparation and serving, and the sense of comfort, love, and warmth it gave rise to. My mother had an ancient battered hard-back cook-book with a pancake (crepes) recipe, and the was faithful hauled out each year when it was time to prepare the pancakes. If memory serves, she also aged a little lemon rind into the batter, which lent it a slightly tempering acidity.
So, yes, even though it is well over a decade since my mother prepared pancakes, I missed her - and her pancakes - this past Tuesday.
And I also realised last night, that I am no longer listening surreptitiously (if closely and keenly) for the sound of Mother's breathing at night, which is something I had been doing - almost unknowingly - for years. Instead, I find that I am adapting to silence, which is its own blessed relief at times.
Of course, I now realise that it wasn't so much the preparation and serving of the pancakes per se, as it was the emotions engendered by the occasion of their preparation and serving, and the sense of comfort, love, and warmth it gave rise to. My mother had an ancient battered hard-back cook-book with a pancake (crepes) recipe, and the was faithful hauled out each year when it was time to prepare the pancakes. If memory serves, she also aged a little lemon rind into the batter, which lent it a slightly tempering acidity.
So, yes, even though it is well over a decade since my mother prepared pancakes, I missed her - and her pancakes - this past Tuesday.
And I also realised last night, that I am no longer listening surreptitiously (if closely and keenly) for the sound of Mother's breathing at night, which is something I had been doing - almost unknowingly - for years. Instead, I find that I am adapting to silence, which is its own blessed relief at times.
