Quick follow up to previous post, in re Big Bro trying to weasel his way into our home tomorrow (Tues.) Sherry and I were watching TV late last night when the phone rings. I look at our on-screen caller I.D., and guess who?
That’s right: the “Energy Saving” division of I.P.Utilities.
Calling us on Sunday night.
Hmmmm…..wonder if they read my blog?
We were toying with the idea of actually letting them in on Tuesday (though, again, at some unspecified time) in hopes of cadging some more free lightbulbs. But the more I thought about it, the more stenchy the whole thing smelled.
Plus, we have 7 dogs, and they will eat whomever comes blundering into our home, unless one of us is there to restrain them, put them into various bedrooms, bathrooms, basement, or garage. We can’t just let them outside because the whole backyard has become one gigantic La Brea Mud Pit (which I playfully refer to as the “Hanging Diarrhea Gardens of El Camino Real.”) We have to let them out 4-5 times a day to do their business, and washing that many canines after each trip – and drying them – can be a real deal on the ol wheels (knees, lower back, hips, etc., you know….all those places the arthritis likes to invade).
So. We’ve changed our minds. We’re not letting Big Bro into our home tomorrow, after all. The attempted phone call on Sunday night just felt a little too . . . ummm . . . invasive. Like arthritis. At the very least, a tad pushy. Call me an alarmist, call me what you will. Just feels like Big Bro is trying a little too hard to “visit” us and I won’t put up with it.
More on this as lightbulbs and canines develop.