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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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It was a very very very long long day

It’s funny, he goes on and on and she says it in one sentence,” Drew blurts. Well slap me in the face . . . is he talking about us?

It’s 7:15 am on Sunday and we are on our way to Winchester, Virginia with a car full of speakers. Our final destination: A Super Walmart parking lot. The radio is on.”Remember when Sunday morning was all religious programming? I like this better — philosophy. I find it interesting,” he says as he turns up the volume.

I look at him and smile and I’m thinking — uh oh, is he going to want to discuss. I better put on my listening ears.

He’s listening, he giggles. “Even that becomes . . . ” and then, “I think he’s missing the point. ” Drew is listening and commenting out loud as we drive out of New York and into Jersey.

Is the radio still on? Listen, listen, listen. I’m trying. I really am . . . It’s not working. So much chitter chatter in my head. I just can’t seem to pay attention to the words. I hope he doesn’t want to discuss. Nah, I doubt it. He knows better.

So you came with me just to document the trip,” he says to me as I snap a picture of the GPS. “No, I want to spend the day sitting next to you in the car. It’s my drew time and I don’t want to miss any of it,” I say with all my heart and soul.

(What am I crazy — 5 1/2 hours each way in one day??????)

Well, yes, I documented it, kind of. It passed the time. On the way back home did the Newsday crossword puzzle and that was sad. I wanted to call Nancy because I know she could have helped us out. I guess Sunday’s crossword puzzle is real hard . . . right? We really do know how to have fun.

Got home and there was a message from Janet. I called her. “They just found my luggage. I’ve been on the phone all day,” she screams into the phone. “Luggage? Where are you now?”  I quietly say. “Virginia,” she answers.

And now — some highlights of our trip to Virginia:

Not in chronological order

Drew was right — the astrophysicist on the radio did go on and on and the interviewer did sum it up in one sentence. Yup, that’s us!!!

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Lox and Bagels With a Schmear of Ask Amy

This morning over breakfast and a nice strong cup of coffee I read Ask Amy. Drew read it first. “Who writes these letters? This one sounds made up. Not sure I like Amy’s answer,” he said in between bagel bites.

I am 25 and recently ran into an old friend . . . ” the letter began. Apparently when he was in high school his friends (the popular ones) smoked weed and drank. His mom  disapproved and so he stopped hanging out with them.  Now he runs into this friend only to find out that this popular group all graduated college and are living on their own while he dropped out of college, lives with his parents, and has no friends. He ends with, “I should have stayed friends with these guys even though they did drugs because now I look like a loser in comparison. They made all the wrong choices and are winning in life. What’s left for me?

Duh, 25? What’s left for you? My guess is that if he did remain friends with these guys in high school then he probably still would have dropped out of college, live with his parents, have no friends, and do drugs now.  Gee, let’s see if I can pull out a quote from Amy’s answer. “My instinct is that your relationship with your parents might be at the root of your problems.

So Drew and I read this and both of us were beaming. “Hey, we are such good parents.” We just made it difficult for the girls to hang out with friends (very few) that we didn’t care for. “Who are you with? Nice, but I have to pick you up in 10 minutes — early dinner tonight. I know 4 o’clock is a bit extreme but I’m hungry.” Hannah and Rachel were both home this weekend so we made them read Ask Amy. I don’t think we got the credit we deserved. A smile and a nod would have been much better than a giggle.

So our girls are alright. They like tasty cheese, fresh bread, good wine, and keep good company. Hannah says her hands shake and blames it on Drew. Rachel will never forgive me for the dark circles under her eyes. Some things are unavoidable.

Business as usual today. We took a ride to Best Buy, headed over to Iavarone Bros. and now  we’re snacking on some good wine, fresh bread, and tasty cheese — all in good company. (It’s a family thing.)

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Big in Burma

So much for my morning routine. Today I woke up to almost 2 feet of snow and no internet access. Newsday was sitting on top of a pile of snow at the foot our the driveway and the NY Times was nowhere to be seen. Our morning routine was all askew. Drew shoveled a path to the paper. At least we had Ask Amy.

On a typical day, Drew starts out reading the Times. Me, I read Newsday first, saving Dear Amy for last, sometimes making a sound here and there letting drew know if I think it’s a good or bad letter. He usually reads it after me. I say usually because this morning was not like the others. We had to share one paper. He read Ask Amy before I did. Afterwards, I read it through  — question and answer – and then commented on it. “No, no, you can’t do that. You’re influenced by Amy’s answer. You have to say what you think before you read her answer,” Drew yells. I have my way, Drew has his, and this is what he does: He reads the question, commenting through the whole article. It’s like listening to Howard Stern on the radio when he says, “And let’s hear what so-and-so has to say about . . .” He plays the piece and continues to talk through the entire recording. Drew listens to Howard every day. So let’s see, the other day it was The Donald and today it is Howard. Oh how my man-honey is influenced by the media. So this morning we argued over Amy —  over the proper reading of Amy.

No tasks today or maybe it was shoveling out the driveway and uncovering all 4 cars.

I was gchatting with Janet last night and I mentioned my blog. I sent her the link, she started reading and responded by saying her life was so boring she wouldn’t have anything to write about. Ah, life in Burma, traveling all over the world, eh, what a bore!!!! I always picture her life as exciting and . . . well after her comment I’m feeling good. My life is exciting! Yesterday I folded laundry and today I have another load of clothes to wash . . . you go girl!!!!! (that’s me!)

Maybe green salad, simple sauteed bay scallops, and broccoli with garlic and parmesan cheese for dinner tonight.

xo

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