Cancellation

We’ve been with an auto insurance provider for nearly 20 years. We were on the road one day and one of us called the provider who said we had until 11:59 p.m. to make the regular payment. Probably my husband. I can’t read in the car as it makes me ill. He drives the country roads and navigates me through the cities.

At about 8:00 p.m. back home I made the payment over the phone and received a confirmation number of the monetary transfer. The next morning our insurance was cancelled due to non-payment. I was told they were compartmentalized so basically the left hand didn’t know what the right hand was doing. I read back the confirmation number and time of the transaction and it was taken off our record as paid in full when due.

I’ve a better story, out of college I had a couple of temp jobs. Then I ended up working as a government assistant on insurance, much to learn, Much to do. The Analyst was on maternity leave for a few months so I had to dive (or cannonball) in and learn everything.

During that time I learned that no matter what, making “well baby care” available for a premium would “increase premiums.” That was a negative. Make it available to new parents! I learned complex laws, simple ones, even simpler ones that were very political and not to be discussed.

A car owner of a beat-up old VW I had insurance through the broker my parents had back home. I sent the check via certified mail the last week of the month and received the receipt. The check was due on the 1st of the month and it was received that day via the USPS. They cashed it at 9:00 a.m. (I called the bank) on the 2nd and promptly cancelled my insurance policy for lack of payment.

That evening I had to attend an insurance industry event (Oysters Rockefeller et al) and ran into the new Insurance Commissioner, a former lobbyist I’d known. He asked what was wrong. I told him my insurance was cancelled, the agent didn’t know the law and he also angered my prominent parents who had several types of insurance with him and wouldn’t answer his phone.

He said, send me everything by messenger in the morning. I want to take care of this myself. It’ll be so much fun!!! He called me early the next day and said he talked to the agent, my policy was re-instated and that the guy nearly wet himself when he found out I knew the Commissioner. Yes, he did have fun. And my family and I changed insurance companies. Watch out for your identity, bank accounts and insurance. Cheers, Dee

 

Visiting

I see you, reading my blog and think of your country and how I wish to go there. I don’t know many languages. My version of language is menus, please, thank you, good morning, good afternoon and good night. Also where is the restroom.

Whenever one sees someone, whether family or friend, one must become familiar with the terroir, whether Greece or Italy and even Scotland, where we lived for a while. And London.

We were supposed to take a river cruise down the Rhine and Mosel rivers for Dad’s 85th birthday but he got very sick and died.

I got to see him with my husband, and my brother. Just as we got to see my mother over nine years ago in hospice. Dad and I swapped stories for hours. I didn’t wish to tire him so left for our hotel and visited the next day. He was a story-teller for all time.

Never returning until the funeral as my dear brother said he was not who he used to be in his last few days, I asked to visit the casket with my siblings a few moments before the guests were ushered in. Visiting is one of the best things one can do when one is ill or dying. Even dead. We were there for him as he was, always, for us. To those who make us proud, Dee

Security

We live in a place where my husband can be away on business all week. He wants to make sure that I am safe, as is dog Zoe. Perhaps once a year she gets something dead and ugly from the park (only when she’s on a 16′ leash and he’s on his cell) and has to vomit at 2:00 in the morning.

Security knows to call 911 or come find me if Zoe and I are not back in five minutes. That means when we return I can decide whether, not or what to feed her after her morning walk.

It means we’re safe. That and a stick under our door makes me feel better and be able to lift Zoe to the bed and sleep. Zoe is not a lap dog but is a herder and she guards the perimeters from her beds and lookout positions, depending upon where her “pack” is.

All Zoe can do is bark and she does not do so often. A two year-old could reach out for her food and she’d just look longingly at me asking Mommy, can I have some more? If someone is trying to break in, I get my phone and call 911. i just know to have our plans in place. My husband’s are better but he’s not around most times. Be safe out there! Dee

Bows and Bows

There is a difference. One is to put up your hair to protect the Bouef Bourgionion from detritus. Ask Julia when you get up there.

The other is something one takes after a grand performance. A bow from the men, a curtesy from the women. Prima ballet dancers do it differently with panache and flavor and a dozen roses. I like both. Cheers! Dee

p.s. Old dog Zoe told me I missed one…. bow wow!

The Commandant

Yes, that is what we called her trainer in Dog Obedience 101. I underwent the training. My husband sat by the wall and criticized my techniques, and the Commandant never even looked at Zoe the entire six weeks.

Zoe did not undergo formal training, which I needed for doggie daycare and overnights, until she was a year old. She knew most of it but had each diseased hip out at six and nine months of age so we gave her time to recover.

I remember a German Shepherd who was really smart, right next to us in class. The Commandant spent a lot of time with him. He would conveniently “forget” to sit. He’d be commanded to repeat it and get a treat for doing so. He was only forgetting for a treat! Zoe did everything first time out (proud parents) but never got so much as a “good girl!” from the Commandant. She learned the basics, come when called, sit, down, stay and heel.

Now I am the Commandant. My husband has been home writing a book. I touch him on on the shoulder with his music or noise-cancelling headphones, point to our old Zoe who I lifted up on the bed and say “she’s with you.” I’m running errands.

Then, near her dinner time, she wants to come out to see the Disciplinarian and Food Wench, me. I tap him on the shoulder and say “she’s with me” and close the door.

Other than the occasional “honey-do” list I do make sure our home is a home and that our little one is taken care of. It’s usually me alone. She loves her walks with my husband. I can’t make it that far, RA for 30 years.

I can ask him to leave the computer or cell phone at a good breaking point to take her out because I’m making him a great dinner and am in the middle of it with three pans on the stove.

One thing I couldn’t teach the young, healing dog was not to jump up on people, because she never had the equipment to do so until she grew her own hips from cartilage. Amazing! She’s nearing 14 and never really had a puppy-hood and now she has no interest in jumping up. I’d just say “leave him alone. I know he’s delivering your food.”

I had to be a bit of a Commandant recently with a teething pup. She used to try to have illicit relations with my legs but now she’s grown, is no longer teething and just hugs me above the knee and does a “happy pee.” Her family knows she has a great place to stay and taunt Zoe when they are out of town. She needs someone for 101 and is a very smart girl so will learn fast if they keep up with homework.

If your dog does something right the first time, always say “good girl” and same for a boy. I do so many times a day, almost the number I tell my husband I love him. Cheers from Dee and The Fun Guy! Dee

 

ABC

Always be closing, said David Mamet in Glengarry Glen Ross, a play I saw years ago on Broadway with a young Alec Baldwin.

ABC/123 was a song I heard as a ‘tween by none other than Michael Jackson who was then an African American boy.

We’re talking about closing. Jackson is another story for another day. I see barges coming into and out of port. Planes headed to our windows like 9/11 then turning toward the airport, depending on how the wind blows from moment to moment. I’d hate to be an aircraft controller here as the wind changes every two minutes. The barges and planes finish their travels swiftly and take on their next “gig.”

Finishing is something consultants rarely see. All the credit goes elsewhere if the assignment goes well, all the blame ends in our lap if they fail to follow our advice. We’re not invited to the director’s ceremony because they fear we may steal their thunder if they survive and thrive. I never wanted the accolades, just to see and cheer for people who learned and grew because of my tutelage. Grow, learn, wisdom is a great reward but it comes with a fear of death. Dee

Personalities

Yes, people are all different. People, however, have said that dogs only remember things for 45 minutes. Wrongo, moose breath (that’s my brother). Herders remember everything. That ride to work in the Honda 12 years ago? Tradition. Welcome to being herded. That’s our current old Zoe. I’d drop my husband across from work by the bus hut, Zoe would move into the passenger seat and sit like a person and everyone would point and laugh as she looked human. Routine. Don’t worry, I didn’t take her to the conclusion of the Ken Lay/Enron trial.

My first cat, Nathan was a talker. In 13 years I never got in the last word until I held him in my arms and the pink liquid did it’s thing. He was my first. Congestive heart failure combined with pneumonia.

Mick was a gymnast who bedded down with my first dog for a year. He taught himself to fetch crumpled post-it notes thrown over the sofa. He would retrieve and drop the note at my feet. Dogs used to run away from home to see him. He went to live with a Corgi who used to place his entire head in his mouth. They were best buds.

The first of two dogs was Chani. She helped me create off-leash areas in parks across the city. Not ours, sadly, but when she died neighbors bought the city a tree in her honor. It had a way better view than our home!

People have more complex things going on in the brain, on paper, but animals are fascinating as well. They really do have very different personalities. Think about that before you adopt. They’re interviewing you as well. Cheers! Dee

Investment

Or, as otherwise called, college gals’ night out. There were supposed to be six of us living in in three bedrooms in our sophomore year in off-campus apartment housing. There were nine.

I cooked dinner every night for at least 12, including the guys upstairs and another gal or two. I never cleaned a dish. My budget for 12 was $120 per week, most of our allowance. We went out and got $.25 “pony” beers for the rest. That was after we all played Uno.

When I speak of investment, it is about perhaps a Thursday night out at D’s next to the railroad tracks and across from the factory. Darts. On a fancy night we’d go bowling, but usually in gowns or cocktail dresses after a semi-formal dance.

For a regular night out I’d use the restroom to do #1, comb my hair then return to my bedroom and put on a clean shirt and better shoes. It took all of three minutes.

A roommate took over two hours to get ready with shower, drying and styling hair, makeup and choosing the right outfit. Yes, for a dive bar down the hill from campus. We awaited her finishing the task she assigned herself. She was pretty, a tad plump.

One day I sat her down and said that if I spent three minutes getting prepared for an evening out, if I get a fun conversation for three minutes I’m even. When you take over two hours to prepare to go to a dive bar you need to gain that back to keep even. It is a losing proposition. Be yourself!

I hope a wonderful husband has found her and that she has grandkids to brag about. It just bothered me that she had the world at her fingertips (a dive bar, ok) and had to overdo everything in order to feel attractive on the outside when she was so kind and sweet within. She never needed to hide herself.

Speaking of grandkids, a new neighbor saw two under ten year-old kids at our door the other day and thought they were ours! When she hears her name our old Zoe goes skipping (can I say that about a dog?) to the front door to see them. New neighbor thought they were ours. Nope. Neighbors’ grands who have loved Zoe for years.

When Zoe, an adopted Aussie/Border Collie mix “skips” her little fox ears flop up and down, so cute. My old neighbor D and her top show quality tri-colored Collie became friends with me and my former dog, both now gone. Makai was absolutely gorgeous and used to do silly things like try to drink water from park sprinklers, place every one of my dog’s tennis balls in the water when I took a bath, and chase the head of the rug vacuum.

What Makai lacked on the chart of show dogs was “expressive ears.” My mutt Zoe has them. My friend used to use super glue to bend the ears. Her husband, the Army Ranger, would take off the glue as soon as he got home. Makai always had prick ears like a Doberman. She never went into a show ring. She did lead a good life with caring parents. I think my friend might have put more of an investment in her future that was worth her and her gorgeous dog’s time. It was always fun to take care of Makai when her folks were out of town. She and my Chani are missed but never forgotten. Cheers! Dee

 

Food and Flowers

Flowers are more interesting. For fifteen years my husband has bought me gorgeous flowers. Then he went away every week for work and showed up Friday at midnight and wanted his frozen pizza before he left very early Monday morning. Every Friday I started making up small arrangements for him. There is one for us in the kitchen, one for our family (us and the dog) in tiny milk bottles on the “nun desk” by the window, and one in the office as an homage to my Dad.

This week he and dog Zoe came with me to the florist. He kept to himself, thinking Zoe would break things. All the gals called out her name when she walked in! I got yellow mums and one exotic sprig for Dad, three purple spider mums for the three milk bottles, and more purple mums and alstroemeria (same we had at our wedding nearly 15 years ago) for the kitchen bar.

As to food, I’ve cooked for him for over 16 years. Of late I’ve been thinking of family basics. Talked to my brother the other day and mentioned stuffed peppers. I was using ground turkey, fresh cherry tomatoes, rice, panko crumbs and parmesan on top. He’s going to try it, halfway across the country.

Yesterday I made my husband a quesadilla with leftover chicken, some cheddar cheese, and I made my own guacamole and salsa. We bought a small container of sour cream.

We made pancakes the other day (hand-made, I whip egg whites) and I did French toast the next day with my mother’s favorite, Lyles Golden Syrup from London. He loved it!

The reason he loved his frozen Friday midnight pizza was because I always made my own pizza from scratch every Friday he was home. Not at midnight. Friday is pizza night in our home.

Interesting. Two kids were outside our door whispering our dog Zoe’s name today, like they did five years ago. Finally their whispers got loud enough to rouse old Zoe’s radar and she jumped up and said “I’ve a date with C & A!!! They only visit their grandparents a couple of times a year and always come to see Zoe.

Our new neighbor thought the kids were ours. Nope, their grandparents live right there and they just love Zoe. She said she thought Zoe’s name was being called outside our door! Kids. Gotta love them. I hope Z’s not around when they lose interest. They’re into competitive soccer and other sports now so don’t come around here much. Sweet kids. Cheers! Dee

The Body Electric

No, I’m not Walt Whitman. When I was a kid my parents had electric blankets to keep them warm in the cold winters.

Growing up, I knew I preferred down comforters, duvet covers, nice beds and mattress pads, and quality damask sheets. No, they never spoiled me….. I came up with much of it on my own. My own money and care.

That changed last year when my husband got me an electric jacket for winter. All I had to do was place extra batteries on the base after I took out our old dog Zoe. Aside from the sleeves it keeps my core and even hands (gloves are needed) warm in high winds and freezing weather. It goes along with my two Cossack hats, yes it’s cold so they are fur, one rabbit and the other lamb.

Yesterday a package arrived with something he said I wouldn’t want but would learn to like. It’s a simple electric heating pad, $8. I used it twice last night and fell into a deep sleep on the sofa. Usually I use his mother’s sewn 2# corn pad and it is hotter and great on the neck but too big for lower back pain, plus it cools quickly.

I never will have an electric blanket, love my down and just got everything cleaned. I will still use M’s hand-made corn bag from the grain bin, but will use the electric heating pad and jacket as needed. Cheers! Dee