Living In the Fast Lane When You're Slowing Down ...
Oh Boy ... I received a message on my FB this morning that said, "Good Morning, Joyce. It is going to be a rainy day today, so stay dry," or something like that. I found the sun shining brightly, and the morning warmer than the preceding days. Feeling good, I decided to treat myself to coffee first before doing chores. My English Bulldog Pervis had obviously gone down to impose himself upon his favorite neighbors (Jodi and Rudy) who are staying in our guest cottage. Jodi can't resist the pitiful bulldog whimper bark (you would have to hear it to believe it) outside her door, so she lets him inside where he takes over her 130 lb Rottweiler's bed and plays with his toys. Rudy could resist Pervis's pleading outside forever. I gave Josie ...the little French Bulldog...a piece of cheese, so she wouldn't beat me too death with her short legs as a way of reminding me she gets it after I pour my coffee. Ahhh...pure bliss.
Oh ..you know, I might as well call our medical insurance companies to confirm they have the correct addresses and have finally given credit not only for our payments showing we are paid up until May of 2018. I call the first division to find a very pleasant and seemingly efficient lady confirming our medical insurance is paid and that it is paid in advance. She tells me our membership in AARP will end in July of this year and asks if I want to pay that now and if I do, I will be able to get a five year membership for $63.00. Why not? I realize at my age it is a risky bet, but I won't have to worry about where they send that bill or if one of the 50 advertisements to buy a membership we receive annually is really a membership invoices. They have an automated secure system, and I can plug in the card numbers. She tried 4 times with one bank account, 2 times with another bank account and finally an American Express card and all were rejected. Now that raised my concerns and probably my blood pressure, so while she was talking, I went on line to make sure someone had not robbed our bank accounts last night while we were sleeping. I see the effort debits in my accounts plus the credits which followed. AARP was rejected the payments ...not the banks. Then she decided, with my permission, of course, to do the direct check through one of the banks. That was rejected, and she said her computer was saying we are already members. So ...not my systems at all...but caused by their systems. I asked her to connect me up with RX division, which she tried and that failed too. We had already said our pleasant goodbye's with her thanking me for my patience (if she only knew) and my thanking her for her efforts and attitude, so when the transfer failed, I just hung up and called their number myself. I can assure you the representative who took the call was in serious need of mental health treatment. He was so manic I could see it through the telephone. He asked my name 3 times, my husband's name at least 5 times, membership numbers on each of us and then confused the two. None of that caused me to whip out a diagnosis. It was the voice. I know what the pitch of a manic voice sounds like and when coupled with a robotic presentation (no, it was not a computerized voice), and an accomplishment of nothing ... ZERO ...in 5 minutes of being on the phone, I told him I would have to call back. I didn't add because I want to talk to a sane person. I just said I would have to call back.Now ask me how good that morning coffee was before doing my chores. Husband is now up. Pervis has now returned. Renzo is waiting to be fed. Husband is waiting to be fed. Thankfully Josie is sunbathing in the other room. Oh ...and thank you God for my many blessings. I have food and shelter, love, and healthy daughters and a healthy son and healthy granddaughters ...and well, you know. ~DrJ51
