Yes I've got a DirecTV dish. And it does go out, but usually only in strong thunderstorms, not just plain old rains, and it will come back on quickly when they pass over. I'm not vouching for a dish though, I've not had cable TV for a while. It wasn't good service here, and almost went out of business, but the complaints were on the customer service end, not the reception. It was always fine for me..... Since you are with AT&T, do you have a "dish" for TV? If so, does it go out when there is rain in the area? That is one reason I am reluctant to go with a "dish".
YES, I could have waited until Sunday night to start cleaning. Phooey!... And to think you wasted all that time getting your office nice and neat! LOL MY office looks just as bad. Seems to become the dumping ground for junk mail that should be shredded when it first hits the door and any other box or bag that you think you need to hold on to "just in case" you need to take the item back! UGH!
I have no idea, but I figure if other people can do it, I can do it.... I think the colonoscopy is not so bad...it's the "prep" that is nasty! But don't listen to me, I have never had one. Don't they put you in "twilight sleep" when they do the procedure?
The thread on Dining Alone reminded me of my first solo trip away from home. A simple little two day trip, but I'll never forget the details. This is just one of them.
Before I moved to Raleigh, NC, I flew down from the Cleveland airport to make some arrangements, and find an apartment. First drive alone into Cleveland. First plane flight. First hotel. I had planned the second day to find an apartment, with no transportation. Never thought of renting a car, probably too naïve to realize cabs weren't just in NYC. Definitely didn't plan ahead. So inexperienced.
It was July of 1970, hot and humid like only in the South. Walked a long way to an apt. rental agency at 8:30 am, but it didn't open until 9am. Didn't know yet things seemed to be on a more laid back schedule there. Walked to a cafeteria to read the newspaper ads, drink coffee, and begin to panic. Within a half hour a young man showed up, and asked what I was reading. He knew of a vacant duplex in his complex, and volunteered to drive me to check it out, and back to the cafeteria. The place was perfect. I often think of how easy he made it. Would I have ever figured out what to do?
One of my friends used to say I was the unluckiest person he ever knew, and I remember agreeing at the time. He must have been talking about the small stuff, because I can't for the life of me remember having bad luck now. Maybe because I've never been very adventuresome. Maybe I've just been extremely lucky. Maybe it's genetic. Maybe because there was no whining and crying about the small stuff allowed in my family.![]()
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Nancy, your story brought back some memories. After we got married, my husband left for VietNam and after six months he got R&R in Hawaii. Me being a small town southern girl from Mississippi had never been on an airplane and the thoughts of flying across country was a bit scary. When I ended up having a lay over in LA, I was wide eyed with what I saw! Luckily I ended sitting next to the sweetest lady that was flying to meet her husband (a Major in the Air Force) and she took me under her wing and got a cab for both of us when we landed and she made sure I got to my hotel. Mike's group was delayed and would not be getting there until the next morning. She made sure I got checked into the hotel and then took me to dinner. I believe God sent that angel to look out after me. I was soo naive, I was only 20!
I'd like to think so, but I'm not so sure it was by design, more like circumstances. They were always so busy building something. I was a baby when they were building our house. I remember my mother saying they put me in a playpen, and had to come check occasionally to see if I was ok, because I was too quiet, busy entertaining myself. Maybe ended up being a little *too* independent for my own good. I'm grateful for it, whether by design or not.Nancy, I think it was that your parents raised you, and equipped you to be self confident and self reliant, so you could survive on your own.
Been thinking about your comment, Meanderer. I believe my grandmother may have had a lot to do with things. I've probably mentioned this before. She grew up poor on a farm, had 9 sisters and one brother---the youngest. There was no, "Girls can't do that!" in her vocabulary. They say things skip a generation. Who are "they" anyway?I've said it before: We are raised by other people's children, and if we choose, turn around and raise other people's parents. It seems to work.
They've already set up an appointment for the colonoscopy, for Nov 1st, and I found this statement on the Dr's website:
You must be accompanied by a friend or relative to drive you home or your procedure may be cancelled.
Please ask them to stay with you to speak with the doctor following your procedure.
You MAY NOT drive or go home in a taxi or bus.
So Uber is out according to them. Why should someone be forced to bother anyone for this stuff. It could take hours, if you read their instruction. My Dr. said it's a silly rule and just don't tell them until it's too late and plead ignorance. Too risky? Maybe I could rent one of those "escorts."I think I'll just cancel it. Neither of my parents ever had one.
Who knows? That might just work. Certainly I could claim a "friend." It would catch them off guard. They wouldn't have any talking points memorized for that. Thanks for the tip, Meanderer.Or.....take one of your goats in with you!