Glitching out

Last Thursday we had a Solar salesman over to the house to discuss the possibility of switching over. (I guess I would call it a very sunny day despite the overcast sky. I had even dressed for errands with my swimsuit on hoping to make my way into the water. It didn't happen like I wanted but what can you do?) Anyway, The dude came over and in prep we had pulled everything from my closet for an attic inspection (The access being in my closet). It turned out that he was not the person who does the inspection so I decided to make use of the fact that all my clothes were off the hook and determined to sort through my clothes. In doing so I found 2 pairs of jeans I never knew I had. One pair was black. I can't remember ever owning a pair of black pants. And if that was not weird enough, the next day I decided on this rare whim to scroll through my YouTube playlists. Thats when I noticed that it said I had added a song to a playlist on Thursday. I had not even gotten on YouTube on Thursday, let alone added a song. Touched with a bit of dread and a touch of curiosity, I opened the playlist to find that the added song was an Elvis Christmas song asking Santa to bring his baby back to him. WTF? I know with total certainty that I didn't add that song. So how did it get there? I'm not saying that I don't like it or that it couldn't apply the mood of that day. I'm just saying it is fucking weird. Was it a glitch or have timelines merged? I guess Im just waiting to see what else might shake out.

The animals are all continuing to get acquainted with one another. Misty has started to really hang out around the dogs. The dogs prefer to avoid her as much as possible. I think are a little frightened by her. Jill's eyes certainly seem to be saying "Dont you see?!?! Don't go down there mommy!!!"

And in other news... Funny customer interactions:

This customer called last week. He was extremely hot under the collar. I let him vent his story. He had purchased a machine merely months ago and his battery was now dead. He went on about the manual not having instructions on charging. Then went on to gripe about the warranty for the machine not applying to the battery. He came in swinging and after he had his say, I told him that I could hear his frustration and asked if I could put him on hold during which Id reach out to a manager and see what could be done to assist him. Instead, I dug up his manual and proceeded to locate the information he so lividly declared was missing. I returned to the customer and said "Sir, If I could please direct you to page 16 of your manual you will see that it bullet points the battery charging information under item number 7. " I then kindly proceeded to read the selection to him to give him time to process the information. His humbled response, "I must have been so angry I didn't see that." I replied, "Im glad the information was there, because otherwise I would have been as upset as you were!" He left the call with a smile.

Last week a customer called me "Pumpkin." I guess it was sweet, but also kind of weird. I must have sounded like his granddaughter. Lets hope that was it. I had another interesting call come in. The customer is in California. He asked if DR had any news or response to the legislation that is getting rid of gas engines. I let him know that we were aware of the legislation and were just holding steady waiting to see what transpires. He then proceeded to essentially declare that "ALL the CA landscapers are going to be up in arms and revolting against the elimination of small gas engines. Fuck the Government!" He was adamantly opposed to using electric yard equipment. I cant say as I dissagree to that sentiment but Drs new electric feild and brush motor was smooth and had some chops when I gave it a spin. I'm so glad we are out of the insanity that is California.

Here a home story. Greg went to the finally hours of the cosing of the Christmas Tree Shop. While there management decided to wrap things up and offered a "10 minute fill up your cart for 10 dollar" spree. I have 3 lifetime supplies of hair relaxant and black hair dye. Know anyone who might benefitfrom these?

Future plans are in process. A movie night is in the works for next weekend. This time Mike Ws pick of a goofy Good Burger. September promises to offer up some nice R&R time. Seeing as I have not really gotten to be out much of late, I dont have much of a base tan built up. However, that also means I dont have lines to worry about.

Thoughts on aging and the end of the world:

I aim to indulge in sunshineyness every chance that I can going forward. As I usually do, however, now with more driven enthusiasm. Here we are closer to death. In Shiva Style, I intend to dance through the end. Winter is near, but Im not done throwing sunbeams... Nor chasing them.

The big 5O around the corner. The dancehall floor beckons... as does some sand and surf.