Looks like it is that time of year again – summer allergies are here. The grasses and the pine tree pollen are my enemies. I have to take a Benadryl first thing in the morning and then every 4 hours just so I can breathe. That makes me sleepy and grouchy, so I am warning everyone that I don’t feel well. Let me suffer through this in peace.
One of my Facebook sites that I like has to do with cooking and they are very good at posting something interesting just about every day. I know that must be hard in and of itself. But I appreciate their effort and make a point of clicking through to the links that they promote.
Today they asked the Facebook members to post their vote for a favorite grilled fruit: grilled pine apple or grilled peaches. I have to adit that I have never had grilled peaches but I do love grilled prineapple.
As I was looking through the cable channels today for a music selection that would be soothing, I tried their Easy Listening channel, but that was not what I wanted. Then I tried their Light Classical channel. That is perfect for playing in the background while I work on stressful paperwork. I highly recommend giving that channel a listen.
This morning I stopped by the bank to deposit a couple of checks. I actually dread going to the bank any more. It never goes well. There is always something wrong or something missing or something against their policy. I truly hate going to the bank for anything except to withdraw cash from their ATM and I only do that about once or twice a year.
Today they wanted to see my ID, even though I have banked at this branch for 16 years. Why did they need an ID to deposit 3 checks to my checking account? I had a checking account deposit slip and the checks were made out to me, the same name as on the account. So why exactly did they need an ID to do this? And after 16 years, why does no one in the bank know me by my face and my name?
I have an adversarial relationship with my washing machine over the color pink, and his endless appetite for socks. Sometimes he gets really ugly and rips clothes, too.
But my dryer is really cool – he gives me one dollar bills and extra buttons every once in a while.