Oh, God! Why are you reading this?

It's spider season. Every year I get lots of black spiders about this time. They seem to collect around water sources like the sinks in the bathroom & kitchen. I spotted a big black spider in the kitchen. I tried to sneak up on him and swat him, but the little sucker was fast. They'll run and hide or play dead. I chased him until he ran under the molding. Here I am with this massive brain, and I'm out witted by a thing the size of capital letters in this post.
 

Barny, the bear got into my trash last night. For a bear, he's rather neat. He doesn't strew trash all over the yard, he just chews through the bag to get the goodies. Barny's mom was a 600 lb. bear. She wouldn't bother with taking the lid off a trash can, she'd just shred the can in two. When she got finished, your trash looked like confetti, all over the yard.
What amazes me about the bear is his coat. It's thick, velvety, shiny black. When I get up in the morning, I look like I'm the one, who slept on the floor of a cave for 4 months.
And I'm the great big game hunter, killed me three spiders yesterday. I finally got the one in the kitchen. He might have out smarted me yesterday, but I have the ultimate weapon- size 13 Extra wide shoes.
 
My lawn is getting smurffy again, it needs mowing. I was going to mow the lawn today, but It's raining, darn :p!!!
I have to thank the rain gods.
Tomorrow, it's supposed to be sunny and warm, great weather for mowing, but it's Sunday. And of course, I'll keep the Lord's Day holly by not mowing- I'm no heathen!!!!
Monday's no good either. I have to bring my car in for an oil change and alignment at the dealership. I like to wander around the showroom. It's fun watching all those salesmen. They look at you like a starving castaway looks at a steak. They can always put you behind the wheel of a new, high tech car, not like that piece of junk they sold you a few years ago.
 

I was so irritated by this TV Public Service Ad for "seniors". It was so condiscending. When it came to online scams, seniors were way to brain addled understand the scam. If they didn't say "seniors", but said "blacks" or "gays"; angry mobs would be outside their door for being blatantly prejudiced. GRRRRR.
Life is full of minor irritations. And it dawned on me that most people can cope. It's not the minor irritations, but it's the major idiots causing them that need strangling.
Minor irritation # 132,000,001. Got a Microsoft 'update'. So, of course something now doesn't work. I don't know what you call it but the blinking line when you type stuff was gone. Found out clicking on F6 gets it back.
It's Sunday and TV sucks on Sundays in summer. It's pretty bad when instead of nestling down with a great movie on TV, I'm going to the laundromat to wash my blankets and comforter. I finally realized my washer can't wash those. I haven't been to a laundromat in years. Somehow I don't think the machines take only 3 quarters any more.
 
Never got to the laundromat yesterday. Wednesday is the day I wash my bed sheets, so it makes sense to wait till then. And that bothers me. When I was a kid thinking about what to do with my life, I envisioned not just being the US President, but World President had a nice ring to it. And if someone called me "Emperor", I wouldn't deny it. Or I could have been a famous heart surgeon saving lives. And that would leave time to be a noted stand up comedian, and best selling author. Of course, guess who was the first to land on the moon?
Now, Wednesday is frikken bed sheet washing day.
 
I entered the wonderful world of automated phones systems. I have a huge pile of coins in a big jar. I decide to use them to get a new TV stand. But where to cash them in? I have an account with Wells Fargo Bank and supposedly they have free coin machines. So, before lugging down 50 lbs. of coins, I decided to call. I got their automated phone system. And you're not going to believe this but they didn't have a prompt on their menu for coin machine. ( rolling eyes emoji) No, I'm not #1opening a business account, en Espanyol, Abrir una Cuento Comercial. nor #3 a mortgage, Hipoteca; not even #8, a lost credit card, Tarjeta de credito perdida. You'd think they would have prompt to speak to a human, but no.
So, I hung up, en Espanyol, Asi que colgue.
 
It's one of those days where there's 8,000,000 things that frustrate the hell out of you. I got sent the wrong medical supplies, and try going through one of those automated systems for that. Finding a human on the phone, even one with a thick non-understandable Indian accent, was a relief. Swami also told me that the company has an app. So I downloaded it. Since it's a medical app, they sent an verification number email- but I don't know how to open my email without closing the app, which starts all over, then sends a verification email????? I have to send back the unwanted stuff, but I'm not sure how to do that.
I reordered some meds, and the script is somewhere between the pharmacy and God. I ordered some stuff from Amazon, I tracked to be here yesterday, Now, it just listed as "undelivered". I would have never known that.:mad:
AAAAAAh!!!!!!
 
I ordered some Purell online, I use a lot of it. I was tracking it as it moved across the US. It was on the truck, and "out for delivery". That was two days ago, Now it's "unavailable". And I found out the crummy company I bought it from has an approval rating of 31%.
Every once in a while you have to fall back and regroup. I have all kinds of things I need to do, but I'm going to wait till Monday. I just can't deal with another automated phone system, today. There are 1.5 BILLION people in India, so why do I always get the one, who can barely speak English?
I have to go grocery shopping, today. I hate using the automated check outs. They're OK for small orders, but for a week's worth of groceries-NO WAY. I always wind up beating on the machines. By the way, when you have to "wait for assistance", I found if you're beating on the machines, the staff comes a lot quicker. One more time I hear "put the item in the baggage area", I'll rip the guts of that thing. I go to the aisle that has a human at the cash register. The cashiers know me and say "Hi". Those lousy machines just say "Scan membership card".
 
When my mom was alive, she had great difficulty understanding accents on the phone. So if she called and she got someone from a foreign country that she couldn’t understand, she would just hang up and call again. She would rinse and repeat until she got someone that she could understand🤣.
 
It's very frustrating when I can't understand an accent... and they can't understand me either, so I never understood why outsourcing like that was a good idea. (Saving money doesn't mean a lot if your customers get sick of it and go elsewhere.)

--- And I don't deal with self-checkouts for groceries any longer. Never went back after starting curbside pickup about 6 years ago. I've often heard the excuse of "wanting to choose my own produce." Well I did, too, before I tried the pickup, but they never once gave me bad produce. Only complaint I've had is that sometimes the avocados they choose are a little harder than I'd choose but they're ready in a few days.. Bottom line, though, if I *would* get under or over ripe produce, I'd just deal with it and know it's a good trade-off for having the groceries chosen, bagged, and packed into the truck for me. (y) (Another concern I hear is bad substitutions, but I can either choose my own or choose "no subs.)
 
Life is just plain weird.
I woke up @ 3:30 to go, and I thought I heard voices. Nobody there. Later, I swear I heard voices, being a retired psych nurse that scared me. Again, somebody was talking. Maybe some animal crawled in someplace and was delivering a litter. I had a stray cat do that to me. The voice sounded human, but also mechanical. I was in the john when I heard "low battery". It was my landline phone. The ground fault switch was tripped, shutting off power to my landline phones. We had a really bad rainstorm, and sometimes that trips off the ground switch. Who knew phones could talk??
 
I know I wrote about this here a long time ago, but I'm going to repeat since this reminded me of it. I had an old school friend I talked with a few years ago. He was alone in his house and sleeping... in the middle of the night, his Alexa woke him by saying "No, I'm sorry, I can't do that." Creepy to the max... and one of the reasons I'll never want one of those things. :giggle:
 
I bought this stuff that supposed to kill spiders on contact. I get small black spiders in summer, and I do not like spiders. The label on the can makes it sound like all I have to do is show the can to the spider, and it's going to die right then and there out of sheer fright. The can has all kinds of health warnings on it. Thankfully, I'm not pregnant. But my spiders can't read. I sprayed this spider until he was swimming in the stuff. He just got up and crawled away. Those little suckers can move.
 
My bathroom clock died, so I went to get another one, and what the heck, get some new tighty whities. The last time I bought new ones, Clinton was President. In the men's dept., everything is "slim fit". "Slim fit "tees, jeans, shirts, etc. This is America! Have you seen us? No male over the age of 28 has a skinny fit anything. And there were NO tighty whities :mad: I did not want sacks, pouches, silks, thongs, low riders, floral patterns,!!!! I want tighty whities. That brought back the memory of when my grand dad was upset because stores didn't carry long johns any more. That made me feel like I rode in on a dinosaur. And no, it wasn't a "slim fit" dinosaur.:(
 
fuzzybuddy said:
My bathroom clock died, so I went to get another one, and what the heck, get some new tighty whities. The last time I bought new ones, Clinton was President. In the men's dept., everything is "slim fit". "Slim fit "tees, jeans, shirts, etc. This is America! Have you seen us? No male over the age of 28 has a skinny fit anything. And there were NO tighty whities :mad: I did not want sacks, pouches, silks, thongs, low riders, floral patterns,!!!! I want tighty whities. That brought back the memory of when my grand dad was upset because stores didn't carry long johns any more. That made me feel like I rode in on a dinosaur. And no, it wasn't a "slim fit" dinosaur.:(
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You need to write a book, Fuzz... serious statement. This is written in such a way that it painted word pictures (some that I didn't really need to see
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I have this comforter and some blankets that haven't been washed in a while. So, it took to a laundromat. I haven' been in a laundromat in decades. The last time, a washer was 75 cents- today=$3.25. Well, my stuff is sloshing around, and finally with 1 minute to go, the machine stops. My two other machines grind to a stop, too. And the washer doors are locked shut, and it's got my stuff.
A while later, the owner shows up. The next door Chinese restaurant called him. Apparently they share a drain pipe and it's clogged. The Chinese blame the lousy washers and the owner blames food grease. Finally, got my clothes, which were sopping wet. The owner gave us free driers, but a soon as my stuff was halfway done, I came home and used my 35 year old dryer. You can't kill that thing. You can put trees in there, and it'll dry them.
 

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