Hear ye, hear ye. Saturday, September 8, please go to 197 Pondview Drive between 8:30 a.m. and 1:00 p.m. to see Phyllis' tag sale. I know she would like it if you buy something too!
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Nothing much to report. Although last night, I did go to see Linefork. This was a movie about Lee Sexton, renowned banjo player, who lives in Linefork, Kentucky. It was a very interesting documentary, but the style was totally new to me. The movie began with two and a half minutes of looking down at a moving train made up of a zillion empty coal cars. That was followed by some minutes of looking at trees. Then a river. You get the idea. I expanded my horizons last night.
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I have been wrestling with my sewing machine. At the moment, we are at a draw, but I shall conquer! I have taken it apart -- and put it back together again. I only have one more hurdle which is how to lower the feed dogs, and then I should be in business. I'm kind of frustrated because I really wanted to just sit down and sew and I have had to tinker with the machine. Bah humbug! So I started another wall hanging. I have to give myself time to get over my mad (at the machine) and proceed logically. :)
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I have also done battle with my health insurance provider and Medicare. That's a work in progress, but as of today, there were three (count 'em three) people working on this one measely doctor's bill from June that they never billed correctly. Sigh.
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Then (but wait, there's more) I had asked online for information about solar. He made an appointment to give me "numbers" about solar for my house. He called yesterday at 3 p.m. as he said he would. He shares his computer screen with me and he's showing me an aerial shot of my house. I'm looking at it as he's chattering away and I finally said, 'That doesn't look like my house.' He has the right address but they (the numbers guys) gave him my neighbor's house. So he had to call them and 'expedite' a new print out. (Is that a verbal boot up the ass?) Well, gollee gee, the sun exposure was the same! Who'd a thunk it? Meanwhile, obviously the configuration of the house was different, making the roof different.
Then the guy asks me what 'look' -- what configuration -- of solar panels I wanted. He didn't get it: just tell me how much I'm projected to save per month on the electric bill! He starts rattling off about 23 cents per kwh, blah, blah, blah. I finally said, 'I don't care how many kwh I use, what is the monthly saving?'
Finally, I get some figures after a lot more blather. If I rent the solar equipment, no money down, no cost for the equipment -- I'll save $10/month and after 20 years it will increase by 2% or more depending upon the prime rate. If I buy the equipment (no cost quoted), I'll save $20/month.
At that point, I said I wasn't interested and he said (slightly hysterically), "You'll save over $11,000 over 20 years!!" Now this guy addressed me as "Tina" right from the get go. And when I asked salient questions, he seemed to snap to and maybe think I was younger than I am. Because in reality, I'm not doing any planning for 20 years from now.
Then he followed up with an email. I'm sure he thought the line, "You have to get your electricity from somewhere!" would put me right over the top and I'd call him up begging for the name of an installer. Certainly I would want two or three guys banging and hammering on my roof and dropping nails for me to step on to install that stuff.
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Being a poll worker was kind of fun. I left "early" at 9:30 p.m. (I started at 4 p.m.) Next time I'll bring a supper. I had thought a big lunch at 2 p.m. would suffice. It didn't.
Most people who were voting were nice. But there were some who were incensed when their name wasn't on our list. They were unenrolled. It says quite clearly on the census form if you do not fill it out and return it, you may become unenrolled. Those people just had to show an i.d. with their address and they could vote.
Speaking of paperwork: I got a notice to be a juror. Luckily, they let you postpone it, so I postponed it to next June. Apparently, after age 70, I can opt out. But I don't think I would do that. After all, I don't have to report to work, so I might as well do my civic duty.
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Emily and I are getting excited about our trip to Cape Charles, Virginia next week. Of course, we don't know how baby Jay will react to such a long trip. I think I'm going to get some soothing music CDs in addition to our favorite mysteries on CD. I wonder if he likes Swan Lake?
Cheers!
