You are probably going to be hearing this a lot ... it's another gorgeous day in sunny California. Once awake after a nice cup of Joe on the patio, I headed out with Mr. Cooper to check the garden. It's a good thing I don't have to rely on it for food, because I would starve to death.
Look here ... I have two little yellow squash that are still alive. I would look up recipes for yellow squash, but I don't want to jinx it like I did the zucchini. Out of seven of those babies, I only have one left. The Doctor is IN, so maybe I can save it with some TLC. I'm not holding my breath.
THIS however ... the REAL Early Girl tomato ... actually has a whole soon-to-be BIG tomato on it. And many more flowers. I have two of these plants, so I might get enough for at least two BLT sandwiches. I'm not counting my chickens, just in case.
And then .... THEN .... I spotted this. WHAT IS THAT? The little sign thingy said BELL PEPPERS. This doesn't look like any bell pepper I've ever had before. This one is about 3 inches long and appeared out of nowhere. Any guesses?
Then I look over at the OTHER bell pepper plant to find the same thing. What am I going to do with these? If they are hot, I'm having none of it. I'm am not a fan of hot peppers. They do seem happy though since there are four more flowers on each plant.
Oh well ... I'll stew about that later. It was time to head on off to the bank. I was NOT looking forward to this, considering all the trouble they have caused me over the last three months. Their customer service on a scale of 1-10 is negative 359.
I had all the papers as I walked into the bank, to find the "Service Person" leaning on a counter with half her body, talking to a man. I waited, but she didn't even look my way. I went on down to the waiting area and told myself to BE NICE.
Fifteen minutes later, past my appointed time, she sauntered down my direction. I stood up just before she passed me by. I have an appointment at 11:30? "What for?" Signature changes. "You have to have everyone here". No, because I have all the paperwork. She looked at the paperwork, then walked away. No kidding .... I was close to screaming.
But I waited ... another ten minutes ... when a nice lady came up and asked if she could help. Yes please ... and I explained the problem. "Oh I can help you with that". It took five minutes for her to look up the account and tell me everything was in order, that the papers would be sent to their main office and the signatures changed in two weeks.
I ran out of there like I was on fire. Finally ... FINALLY .... I was done with Bank of America and the RV group. It was a little sad however, because back in the day, that group had the best people in it EVER. We had so much fun riding steam trains, but now, getting folks to volunteer for anything is like pulling hens teeth. I guess all good things must come to an end. Most all of the original group have retired from RV life. Things change ... we get older.
And so I headed back home, still wondering what surgery might be required to make my Victory Garden healthy. The couch was calling my name, but I tried to ignore it. I am behind in quilting, so decided I had plenty of time to get one more done. Though I'm a little leery due to some problems here and there, it started off fine.
And then it went all to ....... well, you know. After two rows, it lost its mind. I reset everything and started again. That's when I heard the horrible crunching noises. Oh let me tell you ... there's nothing worse when it comes to a longarm. I turned everything off, let it catch its breath and reprogrammed it again.
It stitched fine until it didn't. Good grief ... I turned it off once again. I had to take out about a hundred stitches before starting back up. It went great until the end of that row whereupon my border stitching went ZIP and came apart. BIG SIGH. I had to loosen the entire thing, try to turn up the edge, and hand sew that border piece back on. Yup ... reset the entire thing once again! At long last, it was done, even if it did require another border stitch and a sewing machine fix where the pattern didn't quite match up.
In the end, I don't think anyone will be able to see it, but now I'm REALLY scared to start another one!!
That was it ... I stopped everything for the day. No use pushing my luck any further. Here's the good news ... I don't have to do ANYTHING or go ANYWHERE today if I don't want to.
So let's see ... where can I go today!!!
Beautiful guilt Nancy!
ReplyDeleteYay ...not having to go anywhere is such a great feeling.
Happy Saturday!
Frances:)
I think because I've become AGED ... OLD ... but you are right ... a good feeling!
DeleteMr. Ed’s said have a glass of wine and take a nap…….. That’s the reason why I don’t do B….of A .. Switch it over to Wells Fargo At least in Florida I think they have the nicest crew when you walk in . And they definitely care ✅
ReplyDeleteThat's VERY good to hear. I rarely deal with banks any more. I do everything online.
DeleteEven the best laid plans have a mind of their own.
ReplyDeleteStay Safe and Enjoy!
It's about time.
That is the truth!
DeleteI hope you were able to get the name/phone number of the nice lady at BofA in the event that everything isn't taken care of in two weeks. I do not trust BofA for anything.
ReplyDeleteSorry you had problems with the long arm, as I know it would be so frustrating. Cheer up, yesterday I sewed three border pieces together in the wrong order. Out came the seam ripper. :)
Oh I'm so happy to know I'm not the only one who does that! LOL. My seam ripper is my best friend!
DeleteLol. We are so different. My best days are the days I don't have to go anywhere.
ReplyDeleteI definitely appreciate a nice day of getting things done.
DeleteShould have added in yesterday's comment that Dad was a teller at BofA back in the 50's...he was an avid loyal BofA customer, and mom still is (although sister's watch over the account for our 95 year old mother). At the restaurant we used BofA, and I had a personal account with them from 72 till 87 when I moved for college...and the charged me to close my account! Grrrrrtrr
ReplyDeleteI used B of A most of my life. I would walk in, go to the nice lady's desk and she would help me. Best service ever. Now you can't see anyone unless you have an appointment ... and the one person who is supposed to greet you, ignores you like the plague. They definitely need customer service training!!!
DeleteI got frustrated just reading your experience with BOA. Customer service is so basic, yet so far from highest priority in most banks these days.
ReplyDeleteSame ... they used to really fight for your business. Now they just don't seem to care at all.
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