Grrrr!!! I AIN’T GOIN’!!! No, nope, nooooo way! Not goin’ out in that unholy swampy heat to hike three blocks to a grocery store. The dawg and I can go hungry, by dayum!
Truth to tell, neither of us is about to go hungry. The larder has enough dog & human food to tide us over for several days. After which, we may hope, my present spate of crabbiness will have passed.
Seriously: What DO we need?
* Not dog food: three or four cans lurk in the storage room.
* Not human food. What remains on the shelves may not be the most delicious chow on the planet, but it’s perfectly OK and it’s unspoiled.
* Not wine. We’re on the wagon.
* Not cleaning goods. Everything is in stock.
* Not anything that I can think of, offhand.
And I figure that if you can’t think of it, you must not need it very badly. 😀
Hope that’s true, because I just made up my mind to skip this morning’s planned grocery junket.
Seriously: The weather is REVOLTING this morning. Hot, soggy, hazy, uggh-leee. Probably won’t be any better tomorrow…but if I can put off this hiking trip until tomorrow, maybe I’ll resent it a little less
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Check this out: Duet: Partners in Health and Aging. Apparently this is a volunteer group that will send folks out to do your grocery shopping or drive you around the city or whatever.
I’ve tried to reach them: no one answers the phone at their office. Apparently the “group” of volunteers isn’t large enough to man the phones. But…what the hey! Later today, I’ll try again.
If I can foist the annoying errands onto someone else, that will solve a HUGE part of the problems poised by those idiots at the Mayo Clinic having put the kaibosh on my driver’s license.
There may be some other volunteer organization of this ilk. If today’s effort to get through to Duet fails, I’ll see if anyone else out there is in the free-help biz.
***** Later ****
Yes…I did get through to someone at Duet.
To avail oneself of their benefits, you have to sign up with them and give them a bunch of private information. And they demand your phone number.
I explained that, because of the outrageous number of nuisance calls I get — day in and day out — I’ve had to block incoming from all but a few area codes.
He just didn’t seem to “get it.” Truly: I don’t think he understood what I was saying: eight or ten nuisance calls a day naturally leads to one rejecting most incoming calls.
So…I don’t expect to get far with that bunch.
Ohhhh well. The world hasn’t ended yet. Probably won’t, in the near future.
Drat! It sounded like such a good idea, too. Though I can see why they might want to be able to reach you by phone.
I can’t believe the number of nuisance calls you get! I sure hope that isn’t in my future as I age, though I fear it might be. I generally dislike talking on the phone to begin with.
Ayup! That’s y-comin’ your way. Phone solicitors have huge lists of elderly consumers, because our marbles are rolling out our ears. Once you hit your early sixties, that damn phone jangles all…day…long…