Musings on a Small Life

Yep, I did it again, but at least this time it was by phone, and to a questionable company. Back story: I've owned this townhouse for 13 years. It was empty for a year or more before my ex and I bought the place, and it was a rental before that. (All the units in the complex were rentals.) The person who rented this unit, 14+ years ago , obviously didn't pay any bills, because for all these years I've been sending back first bills, and then collection notices, with "unknown, no such person here for X years" scrawled across the envelopes. More recently (the past year or so), I've been getting constant, almost daily, calls for this person from a U.S.-based collections agency. It's gotten to the point that I now keep my answering machine turned off, because I can't stand it. Of course they call because my phone number is associated with his last known address. Never mind that I've had this phone number for 17 years, ever since moving to this ...

I've been afflicted with foot in mouth disease from a very early age, and I don't seem to be outgrowing it. Had another episode in a workshop today, where I piped up and said something totally inappropriate (work-related) in response to what the presenter was saying. It was a great workshop, on building inclusive and accessible workplaces, other than my faux pas. I think that I stuck my foot in it at my last workshop, too, back in March. I didn't mean to make the comments; she just hit on something that's a hot button for me, my mouth opened and blam! out it came. *Headdesk* So I won't be signing up for any more workshops for some months...or years. My little perk for the day, though, was watching a pair of ducks this morning, as I was heading to the office. I had only the little Elph and was at full (optical and digital zoom), which is why the snapshots aren't sharper.   Snapped more daffodils, too, and some tulips getting ready to bloom. I ...