Just a Number

I do a fair bit of shopping online. It saves the whole 'getting dressed and leaving the house' thing, which for me and my disability is a painful venture. Usually, the parcels are delivered without incident. But this morning...grrr...I'm still fuming...a parcel came to the door for which there was a small duty charge owing. No problem - I was gathering the money (digging in DH's pockets, etc.) when the delivery guy...left. Just left. Handed an incomplete delivery notice to J, and just walked away - with my parcel! I literally had the money in my hand, and was on the way to the door, and he just left. What's up with that? Now I'll have to arrange for someone to go to the Post office tomorrow just to pick up this item that was right there at my door and he just walked away with it!! To add insult to injury, I jumped on to the Canada Post website to lodge a complaint, and now I feel the need to complain about their website. It should be simple: find the 'Contact Us' button, write a scathing complaint, and hit send. Right? Wrong! It appears that you can ONLY send their little form to them if you have a customer number. I don't have - nor do I need - a customer number. That's for companies or WAH folks who actually do business with them. I'm just a regular customer - without a number. Which is kinda odd - because right now I feel that's exactly what I am.

Just a number.

91 yr. old female drummer - Allee Willis Presents "Hey Jerrie"

I love old people. Even in my youth, when I thought anyone over thirty was O.L.D., I had a strong sense that within each of these adorable beings was a wealth of history and information that was not to be found in any book or TV show. I loved asking my uncles about the war, listening to my grandmothers laugh about being a woman in the 1920's, and watching my Dad's face as he talked about growing up on the farm. I especially like the older folks who don't seem to know they're old. Call it a delusion, call it the Peter Pan Complex, whatever. I just love the quirky, eccentric, absolute joy of someone who knows that there's not a lot of time left, and absolutely not a thing to lose. I think I'm looking forward to it, actually. The day when I can say and do whatever I want, and everyone else will just have to say, "Oh well, she's old. You can't change her now." or "She's old - whaddaya gonna do?" I'll put on my purple pants and my red hat (but I won't join the Red Hat Society - that's for old people).

First of Many...I hope

Hi! I guess, like a lot of people, a blog is something I've thought about for a long time. I've read enough of them, and I totally get the appeal, but it's always been the commitment aspect that put me off. What if I have nothing to say? What if people come here looking for an update, and there isn't one because I've been too busy, or too ill, or too whatever. Or worse - what if nobody reads it at all? But today I found this: * blogging without obligation. And I thought, "Well, why not?" If I can give myself permission to blog what I want, and when I want, this could actually work. So, here I am. I'm not yet sure what exactly you'll be likely to find here over the next weeks, but it's likely to be a mish-mash of family, hobbies, health, the weather, and maybe even some politics thrown in, just to keep it interesting. Thus ends my first post. I know it's short, but it's a start. After all, I'm blogging without obligation, right?