Okay, I'm done. For today, anyway. After hitting the physical wall, I had to deal with Amazon worrying that my card was expired so not accepting my order and my not-so-local-anymore bank being unhelpful because the PO still insists that I'm not where I live and told the bank my address was bad. I just got a callback from the "customer service center" which used to be "Mrs. McDonald" (aka Tammy whom I've known for over a decade) and is now a perky and young "Theresa". After much explanation and tsuris, they will be mailing me a new card today. Now let's see if the PO, who have been delivering mail to me here since November, deliver it. Really, it's days like these that make me glad life is short. Add that to the several "Because You're Moving" packets that Comcast keeps sending me no matter how many times I've called to tell them I'm not moving, and I'm glad we all die young in my family. I'm not thrilled with the misinformation highway we live on these days.
That's it. I'm taking my dusty disgusted derriere outdoors and look at the daffodils and hyacinths. Somehow, they made it through the flood without being made homeless and without the PO claiming they aren't there anymore.
The Door Is Ajar.
6 days ago