Lite Lift Off

Bedroom bookcase.  The few Hillerman’s are top center on the left.

Continuing my search for gentler books to read in my own bookcases, I discovered I owned only ten Hillerman’s.  Some of these are in late stage mold status.  I must have lost my temper and thrown the rest of the mold away.  That’s all I can think of.

My eye fell on two Knox’s.  My memory tells me that these were really good.  Before I go buy used copies of all these fifty novels, I’d better read one to see if I still like him.  A Scot, he wrote under a handful of pseudonyms for the American market:  Michael Kirk, Robert MacLeod and Noah Webster.  

While I dug among the books yesterday, I also tried to solve the problem of the thousand dollar, miss-billed, ambulance ride.  They said the insurance company denied payment, but they were supposed to bill my medical group.  They didn’t.  In the end, after a series of 1-800 calls, I did get the answer, “If you don’t hear from us, it’s resolved.  Check to see if this has been paid on your “this-is-not-a-bill.”  Gee, that’s not the immediate solution I was looking for. 

Next call I tackled.  With the Mystery Guild quadruple invoicing PayPal, the PayPal folks couldn’t have been nicer.  I’d bought two books before I left for surgery, and something happened to make the transaction incomplete.  I took the transaction was off PayPal’s roster, and I removed them as the payee from the Mystery Guild. 

I didn’t have good luck with the Mystery Guild.  Not only couldn’t I cancel my account, I couldn’t get those two books off the record.  The lady I last talked to insisted the books had shipped, that the web site was down, that I couldn’t’ cancel my account, then she hung up on me. 

I still felt triumphant that I was able to deal with all this without yelling or chafing at being on hold for half an hour.  I am really triumphant that I was able to make the bed this morning too.  I’ve folded up the upstairs walker except for those exercises.  We have lite lift off. 

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Life is Really in the Footnotes:

Himself:  Makes breakfast, lunch, and dinner, does the laundry and dishes plus won’t let me do anything till next week and I am cleared by the doc.  Later I can make dinner, he tells me.

Herself:  Beginning to get bored…a sign that I am getting vastly better.

Reading:  Nothing.

Balance:  The exercises.