Rule #32

“Enjoy the little things.”

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OW!

Sometimes I don’t even heed my own advice.

Nearly 2 years ago I posted here that one shouldn’t use a string trimmer without wearing long pants. That time I came away with a speckled leg from the dirt and tiny stones kicked up by fishing line rotating at several thousand RPM. This time it is much worse.

Today when I cleaned off the front porch using the leaf blower I noticed a few strands of ivy creeping their way towards the house. I went and got the trimmer which was freshly loaded with some of that heavy duty red string stuff. As I made mince meat of the ivy I could feel a few things ricochet off my legs, but then suddenly I forgot all about my lower extremities because something grabbed me by the right ear and lifted me off the ground. OW! I must have pissed off a wasp and it stung me on the back of the ear.

It is 4 hours later and my ear still hurts worse than that time in second grade when Bobby Mitchell punched me in the head because I stuck my tongue out at him during recess.

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Something Different

After about 3 years of boring, no new business, no old business, this is what we did, this is what we are going to do meetings, last night’s was a breath of fresh air. It was so exciting that Robert’s Rules of Order and the Club’s Bylaws were quoted.

We have a new president who ran with the platform of doubling the club’s membership and if any Club could use a membership doubling, it is ours. We started his term with 15 cars (AKA memberships) and before he held his first meeting we lost one. A couple sold their Miata, saying they wanted a sports car?!? I think what he wanted is something with more horsepower or maybe more perceived prestige…

The first thing the new president wanted to do was change our monthly meeting setup. He picked a big issue to push through in his first hundred days. It was his phrase that I turned into the Club web site’s tag line, “We’re like the French Underground. We rotated meeting locations every month and members arrived willy-nilly and sometimes not even in their Miatas. His idea was to meet at same spot every month, someplace visible on a busy street, have the business meeting and then drive as a group to a local restaurant.

This is a great idea, but it really doesn’t fit into Donna and my time schedule. By the time we go through all those steps dinner will not be until 8:00 PM and we always eat some where between 5:30 and 6:30. We have a work around in place for this, seeing as the original meet up spot is at a Mexican restaurant we will eat there, stay for the meeting and then drive with the group to the second restaurant, but just not go inside and eat.

After a close vote, 4 yeahs, 2 nays & 1 abstention, on adopting this format, last night was the first go round and it went pretty well from our point of view, I don’t know what everyone else thought of it though.

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When Does 3=1?

When it comes to Samsung monitor warranties.

As I boxed up the dead monitor I found the little clear envelope that held the driver disc, a handy dust cloth, the quick set up guide and a warranty card. Right there in bold letters at the top of the warranty card it stated that this monitor had a 36 month warranty for parts and labor. Huh? An internet search had told me it had a one year warranty.

I went online and filled out a service request on the Samsung web site. I entered name, address, phone number, alt phone number, email address (twice) and a password (twice) before I got to the part where you enter the monitor part number and serial number. When I did that is indicated that the monitor had been manufactured in April of 2009. The date was useless for the one year warranty (which was already moot), but helped if there was a three year one as it meant I wouldn’t have to produce a receipt as proof of purchase as it was long gone. When I hit the next button a dialog box popped up that said that my process couldn’t be completed and I needed to call 1-800-SAMSUNG.

So I called the number. Voice mail hell, 2 choices, followed by 3 choices and then 5 more before I got a recording telling me the offices were closed and to call back during working hours. At least it was the old fashioned listen then hit a number kind of menu and not one those where you have to say the words where you have to shout into the phone to have any chance of the machine understanding you.

I waited the hour until they were open and called back. As you can guess by the title of this post, the CSR was very apologetic, but could do nothing for me, nor could she explain why the paper I had said 3 years instead of the official 1 year figure.

A more in depth search on Samsung LCD monitor repair one the web told me the problem could be a power supply board, a main board issue, a burnt out back light. etc. Not worth the time, money or effort on my part. Into the trash it goes.

Don’t worry I’m disposing it correctly because my fair city actually has curbside pickup of electronic equipment. All you have to do is give them a call the day before your regular pick up, tell them what you are chucking out and they come take it away.

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Walking Home From School

An elderly couple was celebrating their sixtieth anniversary. They had married as childhood sweethearts and had moved back to their old neighborhood after they retired. Holding hands, they walked back to their old school. It was not locked, so they entered, and found the old desk they’d shared, where Andy had carved I love you, Sally.

On their way back home, a bag of money fell out of an armored car, practically landing at their feet. Sally quickly picked it up and, not sure what to do with it took it home. There, she counted the money – fifty thousand dollars! Andy said, “We’ve got to give it back.” Sally said, “Finders keepers.” She put the money back in the bag and hid it in their attic.

The next day, two police officers were canvassing the neighborhood looking for the money, and knocked on their door.” Pardon me, did either of you find a bag that fell out of an armored car yesterday?” Sally said, “No.” Andy said, “She’s lying. She hid it up in the attic.” Sally said, “Don’t believe him, he’s getting senile!”

The officers turned to Andy and began to question him, “Tell us the story from the beginning.” Andy said, “Well, when Sally and I were walking home from school yesterday” ….The police officer turned to his partner and said, “We’re outta here!”

Episode 2

We watched season 4’s second episode of Mad Men tonight and maybe it is just me, but so far I’m not enjoying this season as much as previous ones. And it is partially the fault that nobody seems happy and our leading man is even more of a jerk that we thought. Even Roger Sterling’s zinging one-liners felt forced and fell flat this episode.

The only character that even cracked a smile all episode was Sally Draper, the daughter of a pair of dysfunctional parents, who is happy to be receiving attention from the creepiest kid on television, Glen, who had just broken into her house when the family was away and trashed every room except her’s.

Right now it is like watching a show with zero sympathetic characters. I hope we don’t stay that way for very long, there is so very little I enjoy on TV and right now I’m not enjoying this one.

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Thanks

Slept in a bit this morning and did a short bike ride, 10 miles total, ending up at Atlanta Bread Company for breakfast. A bagel each and a large OJ set me back $5 and some change. I swapped my last dollar for quarters so we could buy the Sunday Aiken paper, and because it was early with the sun behind some clouds, we ate our meal outdoors.

When we got home the weather wasn’t too bad (it was humid as all get out though) and we were already sweaty, I suggested we go out and grab the six caches we didn’t get yesterday. Donna was up for it, so we changed real quick and jumped in the car.

We had quite an assortment of styles of caches on the list too. If you look in the geocaching dictionary under bushwhacking, our first cache would be listed as a prime example. It is about 350 feet from the road and the only humans who have been in this patch of woods since the earth’s crust cooled are the 63 people who have found this cache and the 1 person who placed it there. Luckily it is just a bunch of dense underbrush and pine trees and not much in the way of thorny bushes. Finding the black painted mayonnaise jar was not too hard, but because I didn’t set a way point at the parking spot, the trip out was a little longer, and we came out of the woods about 50 yards away from the Emperor. The second was a short little 2 stage multi behind a hotel just a little further down the road. Number three was a mystery cache, you needed to solve a small crossword puzzle to come up the coordinates. I solved the puzzle last weekend and this weekend Donna found the cache. The fourth one on our loop was 5 feet into the trees at a short pullout on a busy high speed two lane road. The fifth was the very definition of one of my favorite geocaching phrases, “A 35mm film canister well integrated into the environment.” The sixth and last cache of the day was an ammo can next to a tree about 200′ off a back road which required traversing a long stretch of scrub grass, crossing a picket line of briars before entering a bit of woods.

The best story came from cache #5, called “Ice Ice, Baby” and here is how I logged it on geocaching.com:

Considering the name of the cache, as we approached in the geomobile I figured it was going to be something magnetic stuck to the ice machine outside. When I stopped in front of the establishment the GPSr said there was 165′ more to go. So much for that idea. I went inside to buy a cold drink and my wife went in search of the cache.

I walked inside and the proprietor was on the phone reading bible verses to someone (it was Sunday morning after all.) She said hello and I went to the drink coolers and pulled out Diet Sprite. As I headed towards the counter she started to wrap up her conversation, I stopped her from hanging up. I had opened my wallet up and noticed that it was empty, I forgot that I had spent the last 6 dollars earlier in the day at Atlanta Bread Company for our breakfast. She looked at me questionably when I told her not to hang up and I explained that I didn’t have any money and showed her the empty wallet. I started back towards the cooler with the drink, and she stopped me. She said, “Keep it. It’s hot outside, I can’t deny you a cold drink. It’s only a dollar, it’s not going to kill me and if it does, so be it.” I thanked her and left the store figuring my wife must have found the cache by then.

She was sitting on a retaining wall with a look that I recognized as defeat. I told her my story, we drank our cold Diet Sprite with gratitude and when we were finished, started the search anew. A couple minutes later she made the find.

Next Sunday at around the same time we plan on stopping back at that store and buying another cold Diet Sprite and paying two dollars for it.

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