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Taking advantage of the breather...
Jan. 2nd, 2012 08:30 pmI just completed all five documents that were on my plate as the calendar advanced into 2012. This will leave me free to handle the one job left on my plate, which I will start working on just as soon as the client and I resolve a payment question.
For the second time in as many weeks, another credit card of mine has been hit with fraudulent charges, so I had yet another conversation with a credit card company today. The first incident resulted in an out-of-the-blue phone call, and it took the fellow at the other end of the connection a while to convince me that he wasn't trying to scam me. Today's notification came in the form of an SMS message, which resulted in another phone conversation.
My natural tendency toward paranoia would have set off bells and whistles in my head had the types of fraudulent charges been similar, but they weren't. Still, I should probably keep a particularly sharp eye out on my balances, just to scratch the itch.
* * * We did not wander far from the house today. The highlight of the day, in that respect, was a walk around the neighborhood. At one point during the walk, a diminutive white fluffy dog caught sight of us with Shiloh and proceeded to scold us as we walked past its realm. As we approached an intersection, I got the SMS from the credit card company, and I stopped as I tried to figure out what was what. In the meantime, Galina and Shiloh went on ahead and disappeared around the corner.
I wheeled about as I tapped my phone's screen, and was startled by the little white dog, who had apparently been shadowing our steps. The feisty little canine proceeded to yap at me. When I took a step toward it, it shut up and ran back towards its home, but stopped a dozen yards away, again turned toward me, and started yapping again. When I turned around and took a step away, the dog charged at me, apparently yapping in triumph.
This little dance of ours continued for about a minute, until a couple of kids came running from the direction of the dog's home. Upon seeing the kids, the dog lost interest in me and ran happily toward the approaching figures, doubtless expecting a reward for its defense of the homeland. I turned around and caught up with Galina and Shiloh.
As you can tell, I live an interesting life. (You can use that last sentence to calibrate your irony detector.)
It was a cute dog, though, fully capable of a world-class annoying little bark.
Cheers...
For the second time in as many weeks, another credit card of mine has been hit with fraudulent charges, so I had yet another conversation with a credit card company today. The first incident resulted in an out-of-the-blue phone call, and it took the fellow at the other end of the connection a while to convince me that he wasn't trying to scam me. Today's notification came in the form of an SMS message, which resulted in another phone conversation.
My natural tendency toward paranoia would have set off bells and whistles in my head had the types of fraudulent charges been similar, but they weren't. Still, I should probably keep a particularly sharp eye out on my balances, just to scratch the itch.
I wheeled about as I tapped my phone's screen, and was startled by the little white dog, who had apparently been shadowing our steps. The feisty little canine proceeded to yap at me. When I took a step toward it, it shut up and ran back towards its home, but stopped a dozen yards away, again turned toward me, and started yapping again. When I turned around and took a step away, the dog charged at me, apparently yapping in triumph.
This little dance of ours continued for about a minute, until a couple of kids came running from the direction of the dog's home. Upon seeing the kids, the dog lost interest in me and ran happily toward the approaching figures, doubtless expecting a reward for its defense of the homeland. I turned around and caught up with Galina and Shiloh.
As you can tell, I live an interesting life. (You can use that last sentence to calibrate your irony detector.)
It was a cute dog, though, fully capable of a world-class annoying little bark.
Cheers...
