As I was dragging out 'em boxes and slicing up into packable pieces, the beautiful weather got to me and in my head came the nonsensical, this is spring cleaning. LOL. But it truly has been a beautiful day with plenty of sunshine, tempearatures in the balmy 60's. Green hills all lush from the storms and downpours that has brought California water levels to about the 100% mark after several years of drought. This is the kind of day that makes California California, it that even makes sense.
By the time the Man and Half came home from Amador Valley, the garage looked much neater and cleaner with all the leaves and dirt all swept out. "Cept I could not really find a proper broom given that our one and only was taken oiff to Channing Way. But I did find one that for some inexplicable reason, had a floppy attachment of clear rubber to the wooden handle. I cannot conceive of any use for a broom with a floopy broom head but being that it was the only brooom around, I used it to drag out all the gunk from the deepest corners and swept out the garage floors. WIth the inevitable result, of course, that the clear soft rubber should tear and now the floppy broom head is truly floppy. Luckily, I was near the end of the spring cleaning (ha ha), and just held the broom head for the last few hurrahs.
Having tried sweeping the garage in that miserzable place called Almond Drive, I knew the corners that would trap and harbor the most dirt that could stay for years if not flushed out once in a while. And hence I discovered that the bottomest left roller of the garage door was not sitting in the metal groove and gives a loud crunch when the door slides almost to the garage floor. My perfect home is definitely not so perfect after all. It is just the latest in the little imperfections that my fastidious house proud previous owner had glossed over or run out of steam to correct.
All that work cutting up and packing away the KC Dat boxes for disposable took a toll. That and a very late lunch. So I crept into bed at past 3 and fell into a fitful sleep beneath the warm covers. I think I am going to be sleepless in San Ramon tonight. Just like last night. The end of daylight savings meant the night was one hour later that it was just hours ago and that may have had a little impact. But the cause was really the afternoon nap after a long 6 mile trek to and from the C**c**t shop at the shopping square where Lucky Supermarket is located, past Almond Orchard. In a futile attempt to get a copy of the receipt that will prove I had returned the modem that they keep insisting I did not return on 21 Dec last as we were heading out to Reno. Sending the debt collector after me over this after being a faithful customer for 3 years really sucks. Towards the end of our custom, the company was really heavy handed and billing close to $180 a month. Now they want to report me to the credit bureaus because of a modem I definitely had returned. The girl who recorded the return that fateful 21 Dec looked like she was on some serious meds and the line was painfully long and moving slowly. Maybe she just failed to record and return to the warehouse? But to company the onus is on me to prove that I did return the modem despite many pleas and assurances that I no longer have that modem. But alas, that receipt was lost in the rush to Reno and back and the shop did not even keep its own records. I can predict I will have to fish out the $80 eventually because it is hard to deal with a company like that.
Lesson learned - always look over your receipts and keep those that matter. Don't trust any service people to record correctly.
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