fossilfreak

 

373 recordings of 33 types, 8 old SVU, 36 CPD, 23% clear.

 

Monday I called the law firm to be sure where next week's mock trial would be, and I turned off the answering machine. Naturally, that was when the telemarketers got through. Also, my laptop is beginning to act up a bit. Sigh. And  my TV remote was really acting up, even when I changed the batteries.

 

I had quite a time with games. I lost about 300,000 coins in Pharaoh's game, and finally won a few things in Fishdom. I'm not paying full price for diamonds in the latter, so I won't play the games that don't give me goodies. And I managed all of 5 pieces in the Rosetta Stone jigsaw puzzle. It's frustrating, but I don't want to quit on it. 

 

The gardener across the street had filled their bins and I offered what was left of mine. (My leaves go into the leaf bin in back, if I haven't gotten them over a garden bed.)  

 

But the best thing about Monday is driving at night, 17 miles through Foothill Farms, Carmichael, Citrus Heights, Fair Oaks, Orangevale and Folsom, to see Mannheim Steamroller.  Lucky I'd actually driven this way in the daytime, because for some reason I forgot that the route had changed (when they built a high school, about 25 or 30 years ago!) so I wound up going around a different way, but didn't get lost. They were fantastic. Bernadette and I mostly watched the harpsichordist and the drummer. Amazing. She stuck around to meet the band, but I decided to go home.

 

Tuesday  I went to breakfast with the ladies, then took my recycling in. As usual, I had to have them remind me how to do it.  I got $10.83.  Then I took the two remaining propane tanks in. Not only did I get jokes about my name on the license plate, but I also got meth lab jokes!  I'm glad I'm done with the propane tanks!

 

At home I called the hauler, and he came over at dusk to look at what I wanted taken. $140 he's charging, which is less than I'd anticipated.

 

I got into chat with Phillippe at ATT and talked about the remote. Because it was at least 10 years old, I figured what I needed was a new one, but I let P. come to that conclusion himself.  It was obvious English was not his first language, but he was able to communicate well.  (I was glad I wasn't dealing with an accent as well as his different way of putting words together.)  Eventually he decided they'd send a new one. Yay!

 

The TV went black so I gave up entirely on the remote, though I sorted through old SVUs, because they keep wanting to record ones I said I didn't want to record. I watched DVDs instead.