This morning, Sam and I took a short break from our lives to go on an aggressively-paced "walk" along the canal. This was our first walk there since late last fall.
The occasion? None - other than at least one of us needed a change of scenery - and the fact that the temperature was up to the low fifties helped our motivation. Plus, the news that we may be getting up to a foot of snow by the end of the week, made it feel like a "now-or-never" opportunity.
Came across this while sifting through some old photos. From Christmas Eve, 2016...
Several weeks ago, while Sam was at work, his supervisor texted me the above photo. It was captioned "Cutting cooked chicken fillets". That was it. There was no problem. There were no questions. There were no other comments. She was just taking the time to share a photo of Sam working.
I was so happy, not only that the moment meant enough for her to take the photo, but also that she thought enough to share the moment with me.
Sam and I are pretty lucky.
About a month ago, a box of 48 travel-size bottles of hand sanitizer showed up at my house. This is not something I ordered but I've been afraid to get rid ever since. I'm afraid someone will realize their mistake and want it back. Or worse, want to get paid for it. So, ever since, the box has been sitting on my dining room table, waiting for a bill that so far, hasn't come.
No one that I've asked seems to know anything about it.
The weird thing is, it's my name and address on the mailing label (spelled correctly, even) - but below my name and above my address it says, "Dealsmart Inventory". I have no idea what Dealsmart is. The only reference I can find to to Dealsmart is a discount store which happens to be a mere 665 miles from my house. If this was the intended destination, somebody really made a wrong turn.
The return label says it was shipped from someplace called "Lacrosse Balls Direct". Being the opposite of a sports (and exercise) fan, this is not the sort of place I peruse. Not even on an off-day.
I took a quick look at LBD's website but didn't see this stuff there. Maybe it is, but I quickly lost interest and stopped looking. (Side note: that brief peek at their website has since resulted in me getting nothing but Lacrosse Balls Direct ads, and other sporting ads, on most webpages I visit. Boy, are they wasting their time... and mine.)
I thought about contacting the company, but then I thought better of it. This might put me in the position of having to re-package this stuff and hoof it down to the local post office where I would likely have to fight for a parking spot and then wait in the possibly pandemic-infested line of people, only to be waited on by the possibly pandemic- infested postal employee. Seems like a lot of risk on my part for something which is not my fault.
So, after waiting a month - and not being charged for this lifetime supply of travel-size hand sanitizer (my primary concern) - today I'm bringing it down to Mom's place. Maybe she has a use for 48 travel size bottles of hand sanitizer - and maybe she doesn't (especially considering the fact that she doesn't travel). But the important thing is (next to not being charged for this stuff), at least it's off my dining room table.
If you hurry over to Amazon, you can get a discount on a personal scale with something called "Step-On Technology". How this differs from every other personal scale in the entire world, I have no idea. (There may be an explanation in there somewhere but I didn't bother to read it.)
What I did bother to do is to blank out the manufacturer's name in hope that I don't get in trouble for some obscure reason.
Oh, and I should point out that the scale has a four hundred pound capacity, making it practical for at least eighty-seven percent of the American population.
