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Perfect But Salty

I started this week just a wee bit off. I sat down with a fresh cup of black coffee, zipped through the Monday edition of Newsday, read Amy, picked up a pen and proceeded to ink in the answers to the Monday crossword puzzle. The clues were easy at first, as they should be on Monday.

I do my puzzles in ink. I go through the hints fast and in order. First across, then down. Occasionally I’ll lightly ink in the letters but mostly I just make a mess of it all. But that’s okay — tomorrow is another day, another puzzle. But this week, this Monday — for the first time since I started doing the puzzles (again) — I couldn’t finish it. My laptop was on the table next to me, fully charged. I could look up the answers. yes, the thought crossed my mind. But it was Monday. I usually don’t get desperate til Wednesday or Thursday.

Okay, relax, just a bad day. But the same thing happened on Tuesday. I couldn’t finish that one either. And I couldn’t bring myself to peek at the answers online.

It was Monday when I received the letter from Bank of America.

Back in June/July I had an issue with Bank of America which I wrote about in my blog. STRIKE ONE!

So without going into much detail at the moment — because I really don’t have the energy — I will say that Drew’s bank card was stolen during a business trip. Bank of America Fraud Department called me and brought it to my attention — suspicious activity, they said. I had already noticed it online. We both spoke with a rep on the phone and also filed a claim saying that we are both authorized users and neither of us authorized the withdrawal of money from our account. Sounds pretty clear to me?

Here’s the response we got not even 2 weeks later:

After concluding a thorough investigation of the above referenced claim, it has been determined that no error has occurred in this instance. Our records show the transaction activity in question was authorized and posted, or billed, correctly to  your account. Blah, blah, blah.

Bank of America appreciates your business and values you as a customer .  .  .  more blah . . .”

Thorough investigation? When I called the bank and repeated what I thought were major details the representative said, “I’m adding these details to your inquiry.”

What do you mean — you’re adding it? What exactly were they investigating?

None of this is in the initial report, the case is reopened and they will use this information to reevaluate it,” he answers. Sounds like Drew and I wasted a lot of phone time. STRIKE TWO!

I should hear from them by the end of next week.  The bank had to send me another sheet with additional claims on it. I wasn’t surprised to see that the information on it was incorrect. Surprised? not really. STRIKE  . . . !

Can anyone recommend a bank? I’m thinking Capital One . . . Citibank . . . ?????

And here it is Friday, my eyes are itchy and my nose is drippy! Hey, wait a minute . . . my hip feels fine and my leg doesn’t ache today. (Maybe I should let a stupid puzzle rule my life.)

You did cook these perfect you know,” says my drew this Friday morning as the perfectly runny (cage free) yolk drips down his cute chinny-chin-chin, “but they are a little salty.” Every time I crack an egg into a hot pan I pray  . . . pray that the egg will be perfect! This morning I decided to add the salt and fresh pepper after the eggs were on the plate instead of while they are cooking. What I learned: Salt early, pepper after.

Perfect but salty. Go figure!?

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twitter twitter sallymaxwell

I’ve spent the last 2 days thinking of what to write for my first twitter. (Is that correct — my first twit, twitter, tweet?)

I lost interest in Facebook a while back. It seems like a bunch of kinda private conversations gone wild and whether or not I care to read them doesn’t matter, they are posted on my wall every day. I’ve been unfriended by a few people. I get these threatening messages — respond or I am done with you! Well, I guess everyone else, if anyone, of my Facebook friends reading this will probably dump me now.

I started thinking of the reason I don’t mind posting and blabbing away on my blog and I know I’ve mentioned this before. It’s because you come to me and if you don’t want to read my post then you don’t have to. I could be writing this and nobody is reading it . . . well, maybe just a few friends and family that I quiz on a weekly basis. Yes, guilt is effective!

So why not twitter? All I have to do is come up with one, yes, just one, witty, cute, mind-boggling, eye-opening, brilliant . . . quote that people will repeat over and over again and remember for . . . sorry, getting carried away — just a simple sentence or two will do!

The idea to twitter came to me this weekend when Rachel sent me a text. I read it to Drew and he said, “Tell her she should twitter that.” So I wrote back, “Dad said you should twitter that.” And she responded, “I already did, before I wrote you.” Later that night I asked Rachel how can I access her twits and she told me I needed an account. And so a twit was born.

Now sallymaxwell can follow lucytheskunk!

The following took place before this was posted:

txt to rachel:  “Am I allowed to mention licht Eskimo on my blog?

she to me:  “No. Licht Eskimo is off limits.”

me to she:  “I hate autocorrect. (I meant) lucytheskunk.”

she to me: “Fine

me to she: “Yay. Don’t worry your little tush. I only have one follower and it is YOU!

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Happy Fathers Day to All You Daddys

Off to Drew’s brother’s house today for a Fathers Day Brunch. Mmmm, I think there will be bagels and lox – my favorite! Should I bring my own tabasco sauce? Nah. Planning on picking up Rachel at the Hicksville train station at 12:15. So far all is as planned — it’s only 9:42 am — haha.

So, did I tell you that I am picking up a reference letter that is being faxed to my local Bank of America branch on Monday morning?

Many hours later:

Nice day, long day. Rachel made the train but Drew had to run home to get one of the presents we left in the house. We were a half hour late and it wasn’t even Rachel’s fault. Bagels and lox, cake and cookies, and presents galore. Nice day. We continued our Fathers Day celebration in the city. Drove Rachel to the city and had dinner there. No traffic on the way home. Long day tired. Need to rest up.

Tomorrow is a busy day. First I have to call the bank to see if they received my fax. And then . . .  and then . . . I told Rachel I would call her insurance company and see what I can find out. Apparently she used the website zocdoc.com and found 2 doctors, both said they accepted her insurance and each of them took a copay. Now it appears that the insurance company is claiming that  the doctors are out of network and won’t pay anything. So it should be a busy day.

Yankee game on. Score tied. Going to relax now.

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It’s the iPhone or No Phone

Soaking wet. No, I’m not at the Arctic Monkeys concert — no rain last night but sweat pouring down my face, burning my eyes, couldn’t see a thing — so crowded. hot, sticky. Luckily, Rachel had the same hot sweaty issues that I have so we walked out of the crowd and sat by a tree while Hannah and Drew made their way in and around the crowd.

Now, where was I? Ah, yes, sweat — breaking out in a sweat, stress sweat. Drew gave me the ultimatum this morning, “It’s the iPhone or no phone,” he roared in my face. Maybe it’s because, this morning, I didn’t make him eggs, and I didn’t chop up any veggies for his cottage cheese. He made his own breakfast — a milkshake. Maybe that’s why he was such a tyrant.

My AT&T contract is up for renewal on June 1oth. I mentioned to Drew that my phone is falling apart. It’s not reading my SIM card. The screen is messed up. I sometimes joke about getting an iPhone because I’m the only one in the family who can’t check emails at all times. I can’t check the weather report or just browse the web, for that matter. I’m beginning to feel left out. I could be writing my blog on the train, at the dinner table, or in the lady’s room at the theater.

I don’t know what to do. Hannah thinks I should get one. Steven Ezra doesn’t. Carol and Cheryl have iPhones. And that makes me want one. Whenever I’m with Hannah she shows me the apps she has downloaded. I love the weather app (warmer than yesterday.) She showed me something on her phone yesterday. Sorry to say I can’t remember what it was but I did say “When I get an iPhone I want that app!” So sad.

I could wait for the iPhone 5 to come out. I don’t know. I’ll have to think. How would my girls feel if I had the 5 and they had the 4. Would I be a cool mom?

Tomorrow I’ll be sure to make Drew some eggs and toast.

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Oh My Aching Tush

I know I’ve been focusing way too much on my body parts lately. I really don’t mean to, it’s just that I am so aware of them at all times. They are always hanging around me. And if not hanging, then aching, or itching. I spent most of today in my garden. Filled a few containers with flowers, planted some annuals and a pretty pink hydrangea, and spread some mulch.

I would have liked to plant all the flowers but I had to take a break. My tush still feels black and blue from the other day when I battled with the vinca.

house color and planting

Here’s my new technique: I surround myself with all the plants, tools, and any other materials I need. I sit in one spot and plant as much as I can — within my reach — without bending too much. This way I limit the amount of times I have to get up. Sometimes I find myself stuck in a sitting-on-the-hard-ground-position and I think of calling out for Drew (weekends only) to help me up but I jiggle around until I am in a standing position.

I did this three times so there are three small sections filled with flowers and mulch. Looks good but there is a lot to be done. I didn’t wear gardening gloves and I don’t know how I will get my hands cleaned up. My eyes are an itchy mess. Could be allergies, could be that I rubbed them with my dirty hands.

Have to get ready for Sylvia’s surprise birthday party. Looking for a long scarf — one that falls gently over my belly (and hides it!)

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Lordy Lordy Wish I Just Turned Forty

I read somewhere that 60 was the new 90. So what does that make 60? The new 30? 40? I’m okay with 40. I remember 40. I didn’t have a belly hanging over my pants. I didn’t have all this extra stuff . . you know, the spare tire — with plenty of spare.

I remember the day I went to the gynecologist for a check up and I said to her, “I just feel so bloated. I keep walking into tables and doors. There is just too much of me.” “Hmmm,” said she, “Why don’t I send you for a sonogram to check it out?

So I went. But before I went I happened to see a weight loss ad in a magazine. And there in front of me was a before and after picture. And that’s when it hit me — all that stuff I have dripping all over my body — it’s a before picture! I have a belly because I am fat. I have all this extra stuff and my pants are too tight because I am expanding all around. Ahhh! I went for the sonogram and found out I had fibroids but, apparently, this has nothing to do with the shape of my ever expanding body.

I want to be skinny again. I feel like one of those sponges — the ones that are tiny and expand to full size when wet.

So we went to the Bell House last night. Very nice place. There’s a bar in the front and the concert is in the back room, the room with no seating. I thought we got there late but, no, the first band didn’t even come on. We sat in the bar and had a drink. I liked the way it felt — sitting — ahh, so comfortable, relaxing.

First band came on around 8:30. We went in and stood in front. Enjoyed the first band — full of energy, personable, and fun.– Jesse Malin and the St. Marks Social. Drew looked at me and said, “He (Jesse) looks like Rick Danko.”  I  was thinking the same thing. (Such a like-minded couple we are.) Anyway, band over, break time — we head over to the bar and sit for a bit. Ahhh, feels good. Needed that.

Alejandro Escovedo came on around 10:00 pm. We made our way to the front again. If I’m going to stand I at least want to see the band and not the back of some guy’s tall head. It’s always the tall ones that are up front! I felt good. By 11:11 PM I was exhausted. My legs were aching. My shoulder hurt. Every part of my body was aching except for, maybe, my face. By midnight I thought I would pass out but I didn’t. I made it to the end. I did survive and so did Drew. He even bought tickets to another concert in June.

Came home and took an Aleve. Fell asleep on the couch, could barely get up the stairs to the bedroom!

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its all i want, is to fall apart with you . . .

Drinking coffee, eating breakfast, listening to music, reading the paper with my drew on Saturday morning. Tonight we are going to see Alejandro Escovedo and the Sensitive Boys at the Bell House in Brooklyn. We’ve never been to the Bell House and the tickets are general admission. I don’t know if there is seating.

Every time we go to a concert and we have to stand I say to Drew, “That’s it. I’m not going to another concert unless there are seats.”  But sometimes you just don’t know.

A while back, Hannah and Drew were going to the Wellmont Theater to see the Decemberists. I was staying home because it was general admission. Then hours before they left I saw online that there were seats upstairs and I bought one ticket. I don’t mind sitting alone at the concert. We would have plenty of family time together while sitting in rush hour traffic driving to New Jersey. We walked into the theater and there were seats in the main area after all. (I snuck in and sat with my honeys.) 

So when Drew said, “What should we do? I know you don’t like to stand but I can’t figure out if there are seats or not,”  I responded by saying, “That’s okay, I don’t want to be too old to go to a concert. I’ll take an Aleve and wear my comfortable sneakers ,” (and Drew will take cotton for his ears) and we will make it work. There is always room on the floor. I can rest and then text Drew to come and  help me off the floor — slowly, carefully — in a way that doesn’t hurt his back. Or we can leave early.

And so Saturday morning, Drew played Alejandro Escovedo’s new album, Street Songs of Love. And the following lyrics caught my attention:

its all she wants/ is to fall apart with me/

all i want/ is to fall apart with you/

My thoughts exactly!!!!!

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