Archive for the ‘Nonclassified Nonsense’ Category

Yesterday I telephoned Progressive about my auto insurance. As good as Progressive is, they are obnoxious in that they have to write a new policy whenever I move out of state– something I do with some regularity. I have to call them and tell them that they already have the answer to all the questions they’re asking me so they can give me a quote and I can give them a credit card number. Then I don’t have to talk to them again until I move.

A man answered, I explained what I needed, and he welcomed me to Colorado. “I’m in colorado too!” he said with great excitement. Uhh, right, whatever. Last time I talked a Progressive person, she was in Cleveland, Ohio. I think. Anyway, he had to transfer me to someone authorized to sell a new policy. The woman who answered the phone ascertained what I needed, then said, “Oh!” “Oh?” “I live next door to you!” The likelihood of this seems very low. But it turns out, she’s Marsha, the woman who lives downstairs in the other building…

And that seems even weirder. I guess you can’t sell auto insurance door to door anymore?

We each have Amazon wish lists, so check those out.

For Joanna:

Some men’s Levis 501s jeans size 34×30 (Used is fine.)

A Bundt pan

A springform pan

For Berck:

Some flannel shirts, XX-Large Tall (Berck likes L.L. Bean’s chamoise cloth shirts best but also realizes that they’re quite expensive.)

He could always use some more SmartWool socks.

For both:

Pillows! (Pacific Coast?)

Queen-sized, 100% cotton, at least 200 thread-count, NON-sateen sheets (Berck likes dark blue.)

A griddle would be nice (Though that griddle may be a little much.)

Amazingly, our Amazon wedding registry is still active. As they are at Sears and Cooking.com (Berck is especially keen about knives).

We all went up to the wood lot today. Berck got bored because he didn’t have a chainsaw to play with (like Nathan and Max did). Although, if he had, he probably would have cut off a leg.

I blazed a trail for the three-wheeler to haul brush up (on an old car hood) while Max and Nathan cut up a 70-year-old pine tree. Under the brush by the tree, Nathan found our digital camera! It wasn’t in its leather case anymore, and the little rubber strip to pull the battery out was all chewed up. We think a mouse or a squirrel probably shredded the case for nesting.

I was advised not to try to turn it on until it had a chance to dry out. But when I brought it home to Berck (who cooked us all a delectable dinner), he turned it on just fine.

It works! Our camera is back!