My uncle Randy recently told me about something disturbing. My Grandmother passed away almost a year ago and he had her mail forwarded to his home. He started receiving magazines and called the companies to cancel. It turns out they had charged her years in advance. One subscription was paid for until 2017, another 2015 and others 2012. Randy will be receiving a refund of $129.
This is money my Grandmother could have used and I’m certain she didn’t realize how far in advance she had paid. It angers me when companies do this, not only to the elderly but to anyone. The next time you are in the company of a person, who is elderly, ask some questions about magazine subscriptions and ask them if they know how far in advance they have paid. Tell them this story and maybe you can save them some money.
The Beta Club
Yesterday I received an invitation to come to a meeting held by the Beta club in Monticello. It’s a service, social club consisting of a group of professional women who meet monthly, nine times per year. I was invited to give a presentation of my book. I was honored to receive this invitation and
can’t wait to meet some new people in town. The meeting takes place on 3-27.
Old Stuff Day
Today is national “old stuff day.” The gist of this day of days is the opposite of what it says. You are supposed to do something new and different so you aren’t doing the same “old stuff.” Who comes up with these things? The blogging community has taken this a step further and they decided to post “old stuff” on “old stuff day.” What a rip off! So if you are a blog
reader you may stumble upon things that you have already read. But I wouldn’t do that to you, it’s always “new stuff” day on this blog.
A while back I talked about painting the bedroom. I finally got it done; I choose a light, greyish color and then did black and white bedding and curtains. It turned out really nice. For a personal touch I painted“write” above the lamp on my side of the bed and on my husband’s side I will paint “play” because playing guitar and singing is his passion. But now I’m over thinking the word “play” as in a bedroom this could conjure up other thoughts. In a children’s bedroom not so much but in an adult’s bedroom the word is different. People do see my bedroom as you have to walk through it to get to the bathroom. But oh well, it’s only paint and people can think whatever they want. Maybe I’ll try to incorporate a guitar somewhere in the scheme to connect to the message. That’s why I love words, they are so complex!
Have a wonderful Friday passengers!