It's another Take Out The Toter's Tuesday. As soon as the guy next door moves his large commercial tow truck, I'm on it. This is one of the household jobs I should be doing every Tuesday.
I take out the trash and the compost. I vacuum (most of the time). I do the majority of the cooking. I clean the front bathroom.
Wanda works four days a week. She feeds the cats and cleans the litter boxes. She makes nectar, fills and maintains the hummingbird feeder. She keeps the bird feeders full of seed. She cleans the back bathroom and the bedroom. She does the laundry and the ironing and the folding. She shares the cooking and dishes. She pays all the bills and manages the savings. I am going to stop this list now.
Over the week end I got an e mail from Face Book reminding me I had two friends with birthdays this week. A small part of me thinks that's cheating a little. It's not as if, after not talking for twenty years, I suddenly remembered a birthday. I usually write something like, Hi there, Face Book told me it's your birthday, Happy Birthday To You. I can't take the credit for remembering and would feel guilty if I did.
Speaking of guilt.....Wanda picked up some raspberries at Safeway last Friday. I cleaned and put them away later that day. Sunday I made a fruit salad, took the berries out of the fridge and more than half of them looked like they needed a shave. Long white fuzz was sprouting everywhere. The store has a "return" policy if you are not satisfied with their produce. I think berries that have grown beards in two days qualifies. So, why am I going to feel like I'm cheating when I go in and ask for a replacement basket? I am just starting to realize just how strange I am.
Last night I watched a commercial for Chase Bank. You can take a picture, front and back, of a check using your smart phone and deposit the check in your account. When you have completed the transaction, what do you do with the check? What if you only have a stupid phone and a computer? Can you scan a check and send it to the bank as an e mail attachment?
We have been banking with B of A for years. Wanda used (poor word choice...used, since they do that to us) them before we were married. Recently the bank announced a new debit card policy to take effect next year. Each month that you use a debit card you will incur a five dollar charge. This is for store purchases not for cash withdrawals at the ATM.
The largest bank in the country decided on this policy because of new regulations. The bank charge to the retailer when your card was swiped (good word choice.....swiped, as in steal) is currently forty four cents. Next year the bank charge will be twenty cents less. Of course, we will make up the banks lower income. This is another example of how we, the people, get screwed, again, maybe.
Screw THEM, don't use your debit card. I'm sure B of A can survive on the smaller amount from the retailers. It's been a while since I have used mathematics, statistics, and formulas but I think I may have this figured out.
Bank gets less money from retailers so increases or institutes new charges to customers. Store pays less money to bank but doesn't lower prices to customers. No wonder people are protesting on and about Wall Street.
There are times I answer Wanda before she is finished asking a question. It's a terrible habit but I'm sure I know what she is going to say. She, although less often, does it to me as well. Last night I was watching the ballgame and Wanda was doing five different things at basically the same time. We had this conversation while she was in the kitchen.
Chuck: "Are you making"...............and I heard, Wanda say, "Yes sir"
Chuck: "You could wait until I finished asking the question."
Wanda: "What?"
Chuck: "The question."
Wanda: "What question?"
Chuck: "The question you answered before I finished asking it. Are you making nectar?"
Wanda: Yes, I answered you the first time, I'm making nectar."
She said: "Nectar"
He heard: Yes sir
She said: "Sharon McCones new book is out."
He heard: The Coneheads new book is out.
She said: "Did you see the floss?"
He heard: Did you see the fox?
A few great examples of why life is never dull around our house. We never run out of things to say, and at times, we don't even know what we're talking about.
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