Not much exciting going on here. Just thought I'd let you know what I'm doing and follow up on a couple of things.
Just in case you're wondering, I DID file a complaint with the ICCC Wednesday. Received an e-mail back from them almost immediately (impressive!) assigning me a file number and password. Later that same evening, I filed additional information in re e-mail addresses and names.
I'll now have to add even more information, because last night I received another!! THIS one telling me that "Sir" somebody or another was trying to inform me that I have a great deal of money coming my way if I will just give out a bunch of personal information.
I have no intention of responding to this one, but have copied and added it to what might become a fairly extensive file. Who knows, right?
Somehow or another, I have managed to get myself onto a less than desirable list.
Well, I'm keeping records, and will keep you guys informed about any breaking news.
Today I spent a 'ton' of hours looking up property values in my immediate area ... what the appraised values are/were, what homes had sold for within the past two years, which homes had had foundation work done, etc.
What I found was interesting, to say the least! (All of this in preparation for a possible protest to the appraised value on MY home for taxation purposes, you understand. Otherwise, I can absolutely guarantee you that I have far better things to do with my time!)
OK, so what else is happening?
Yesterday morning, I got my teeth thoroughly cleaned. That's a really neat thing to do, isn't it?
Then, I tried to get my nails done. (I'm 70 yrs. old, and have NEVER had my nails done! Hard to believe, isn't it?? Well, I confess that -- for many, many, many years I was a nail-biter. In fact, it's only within the past 10-15 years or so that I stopped, and perhaps only in the last two or three that my nails have consistently grown and hardened until now -- at the ripe old age of 70, I'd like to have them 'done'.)
What I was wanting to do was get them of a consistent length (to match the shortest one, of course!), and just a clear polish -- nothing fancy. I just wanted to be pampered a little.
So, I went to the shop that I thought was the one where I would see the Oriental gal whom I'd met so often while getting my hair done just a few doors down the street.
I parked the car and went into the shop. It was nicely-appointed, but I didn't see anyone. I called, "Hello?"
Out of the back area appeared a youngish Oriental gal -- not the person I was hoping to see -- who asked, "May I help you?"
I responded, inanely, "Are you the only one here?" (Still looking towards the back, and hoping to see the person I 'knew'.)
I think I made her nervous. I'm not small, but not over-powering (by any stretch of the imagination), but still!!
She kept looking toward the back. I kept looking toward the back, hoping to see my 'friend'.
I tried to explain to her who I was looking for (perhaps I was in the wrong place?) ... she and I both kept looking toward the back of the shop ... we were at a seeming standstill!!
I exited the shop, calling, "I tried!" She locked the door behind me.