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.
As expected, we got the snowstorm today - not as bad as we were fearing, but it's not over yet.
Also as expected, knowing we were going to trapped indoors, Sam and I made pizza today. It is, after all, Saturday and anybody who knows us (or rather, knows Sam), snow or not, Saturday is pizza day.
Keeping with my recent trend of all photos, all of most of the time - here are said photos. Feel free to refer to them when you're ready to make your own pizza...
We're supposed to be getting a major storm tomorrow so Sam and I, like pretty much everybody else in town, headed to the grocery store.
While others wasted their time buying foolish supplies such as bottled water and milk and eggs, Sam and I used our heads and bought all the ingredients we need to make pizza (three pizzas, in fact). We'll be all set for tomorrow - as long as we don't lose our power.
Side note: I was going to wait in the car with the heat blasting away but the problem is, the fence (partly seen above) creates a blind spot between the parking lot and the exit from the school - and traffic occasionally whizzes between the two.
When Sam leaves work, he comes out of the building as if he were fired out of a cannon. He seems to have one thing on his mind - getting home. This means he's even worse than usual when it comes to remembering to stop and look for cars.
So the idea of waiting for Sam in comfort of the nice, warm car - during six degree weather - will have to wait for some other day. Hopefully.
Here, used without permission, is a photo sent to me the other evening by a friend who was kind enough to text it to me while on vacation in Aruba.
I let them know that, at the moment, it was currently twenty-seven degrees at home.
I figured if they weren't enjoying their vacation enough already, this little piece of information would help.
