andrew61

Confessions of a Slacker
2006-10-04 00:00:00 (UTC)

The Rines Are Crossed!

“This is really getting ridicurous.” –Donna Chang(stein, Seinfeld

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Kept trying to phone my friend Bob in Cleveland tonight, but I keep reaching some strange foreign people, and I can’t understand a word they’re saying. I tried three times — same result — so I’ve just given up for now.

Having no cellphone, I make my long-distance calls through OneSuite.com, where you prepay online via credit card in increments of $10, and then all US long-distance calls are only 2.5 cents a minute when you call via a local access number and a PIN that the company provides… and no taxes or additional fees to surprise you, either.

It’s my way of being frugal… and it’s worked great for the past year or so. But tonight I can’t call my friend, and I wonder what the heck is going on.

Is OneSuite mixing things up and putting me through to the wrong number for some reason? Or did my friend make a mistake when forwarding his landline calls to his cellphone (he’s always out on Wednesday nights), and accidentally forward them to some other number instead?

Who knows? I’d call his cellphone directly, but I don’t even have the number. So I’ll just try again another day.

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I got up at the ungodly hour of 6:30 this morning, because I had to make an early doctor appointment across town. And although I went to bed early last night, I got almost no sleep because it was hotter than heck in my bedroom due to an unseasonably warm day (and night) we had, and no AC (the building shut it off mid-September)… so I drove myself crazy all night.

At the doctor’s, I found out for certain that I will no longer be receiving free medical treatment… I’ll have to pay bills I’ve never had to pay before… Worse yet, my cholesterol is still sky-high, although it dropped a few points from last time, and now my blood pressure is high for the second time in a row when that had never happened before.

I guess the warranty on my body has finally expired. For good.

Geez… Sometimes I’m in denial over just how old I am. Strange as it seems, my mother was only twelve years older than I am now when she died… and a lot of her siblings died pretty young, too.

To top it off, I’ve just discovered that my very-difficult-to-clean Haitian cotton sofa is looking rather soiled all of a sudden… and now my toilet bowl has started behaving badly, too — the water line keeps receding for some unknown reason.

I could go on and wax philosophical over how everything succumbs to decay sooner or later, but I won’t. I just wanted to rant a little, and now I’m done.




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