Today seemed like a good time for a stroll along the creek. It’s a bit cool, but not windy at all. Brad was just heading out of the house to drive to the back of our property to the gun range, came back in and announced that the battery on the F-150 was deader than a door nail.
AAA was here in no time and had the pickup battery jumped off so Brad can take it to the mechanic and see what’s going on. It’s a fairly new battery. In the meantime, here I sit fielding nuisance phone calls. I always love it when I answer the phone and hear “May I speak to J. Blankenship?” To which I reply, “Who’s calling?” At which point the thief calling hangs up. It was probably another Medicare scam where the caller thinks we’re so stupid that we’ll divulge personal information and so forth.
I figure if it’s Medicare calling they have all that info to begin with and don’t need to ask me for it and they know who carries our Medicare coverage in the first place. Anyway, we still have room on our landline phone to hold another 400 odd blocked numbers before it’s full and we have to start deleting some of them.
Our AT&T landline base unit, and both cordless handsets, allow us to block calls instantly. Some day we’ll get around to checking out one of the newer so called ‘smart’ phones, but John, with Whirpool, had to go out in the driveway where his vehicle was parked when he was here yesterday to make a call on his ‘smart’ phone, so we aren’t in a huge hurry to upgrade just yet.
Also, I figure that any website that ‘requires’ me to register with a cell number so that I can receive text messages from them is not something I care to use. The sites that are important to me give me the option to use the land line and have them call me with a numerical code to type in to the website as needed. No problemo. My laptop is protected with a VPN so another step is required to access some sites.
I finally got away from gmail and have a secure email provider so I rarely get anything that would count as spam anymore. And my email has it’s own VPN which is nice.
The truck is at the mechanic shop and Brad is back home. I’ve got the oven preheating to see if we can bake some potatoes for our dinner later, if our prayers are answered. It’s a good thing Brad called ahead because his vehicle is the last one they can take in this week and it’s only Tuesday. Their parking lot is full and we don’t know when they can get to it, but at least we have the Escape to drive in the meantime.
So far so good with the oven. It’s preheated, potatoes are in the oven, and no odor. At. All. So, it looks like we’re having baked potatoes for dinner!
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