I had several phone calls to make, ones that I always try to delay as long as possible.
The call waiting times are painful and by the time you reach a person, she/he has been waiting for a break, like forever, and the pain shifts to another level.
Today I called my insurance company twice.
I called the dental plan folk.
I called the vision folk twice, because I got disconnected. Once.
Only one of the calls gifted me with a cranky break-waiter-probably have starved to death agent. I pursued her calm center until she finally broke and set her crankiness aside.
Along with that call, the others did have nice people on the receiving end and I was able to get through several steps of voice mail information to folk who knew their stuff and were able to answer my queries.
Plus, I had to talk to the people downstairs. Sounds like a horror flick, and it mostly is just that scary. I took the easy way and waited until the woman had left for work, as she is easily the most selfish part of that couple. I swear, when she is drunk she is a bully and when she is sober she becomes super-bully. I swear. The man is nice when sober, so I pulled up my big girl panties and knocked on their door after I walked home from the dentist.
I digress, but being able to walk to the dentist is one of the nicer things about living in a relatively small village. One of the not-so-nice things is that they do not have any dollar stores. Alas.
So, anyway, the man and I talked about snow removal this coming season and I told him to let me know if there were any problems with the sidewalks...my part of the job...because I was not going to be able to shovel much, if at all, and have hired someone to come over and plow the snow away each time it snows. Which, I guess, is the only time I would need him.
Then, the man said that he would do the whole thing, that he should have offered to do it when I first moved here. He has a snow blower and uses it on a space not quite equal to what I shovel. I told him that I would pay him the cost of having the plow guy do the work and he declined, but I convinced him that it was important for me to pay my way.
Now I just have to cancel the plow guy.
The second thing, and the one I most especially did not want to talk about with his wife, is that I need to use my half of the storage space in the basement. Again, no problems with him.
All in all, except for my blood sugar dipping too low, it has been a nice day.