It's the COW (Cranky Old Woman) here, with just a couple of annoyances to report:
. . . calling Bank of America about a credit card issue, being put on hold for 5 minutes and 48 seconds (yes, the telephone has a second counter on it), listening to short bursts of loud, unpleasant music interspersed with marketing messages, before finally being connected to a customer support rep who was considerably less than cordial
. . . the woman ahead of me in the 15-items-or-less lane yesterday who had 27 items in her cart
. . . marketing people who call the school and asking for the head by name (and often a garbled version of his name), demanding to talk directly to him about products they are selling. One of them this week told me, "We are required to speak to the head of school." Well, honey, I'm not required to let you do that. Another: "It's our policy to deal directly with the head." Guess what -- we've got policies, too. I could never be a sales person.
. . . companies who waste paper by sending me one catalog per week
. . . similarly, companies I deal with on the internet who send me too-frequent emails asking for more business. I mean, like really, who needs to buy dishes three times per week?
. . . parking lot rudeness at holiday time -- oh, peace and joy to you, too!
Okay, with that all out of my system, I get to the real business of the day: To say how thankful I am that a few years back "with just a bit of trepidation" (as my "About Profile" used to say, this sixtyish wife, mother, grandmother, Lutheran, thinker and quilter entered cyberspace . . . . and oh, the friendships she found there! Thanks to all who visit, who read, who comment, and who return. Thanks to all who blog wonderful blogs that enrich my life. And thanks, especially, to Frank, whose thoughts and poems touch me so deeply. If you haven't see his new blog, you might want to.
Blessings to all this Thanksgiving.