Monday

Bused to the mall, walked the almost-a-mile down Mills Road to Verizon and, just as I was positive would happen, they have no authority to lift the bogus bill. The person there--Julie--did call somebody, then gave the phone to me and after a fifteen-minute conversation, I was told it would be dropped.  I DON'T BELEIVE THIS FOR A MINUTE! Of course, I demanded the person's name--Merrill--and a confirmation number and will add it to my entry of  April 24 about evil Verizon.

I had packed my lunch and after the Verizon thing, walked back to the mall and ate it there. It was  enjoyable, but it occurred to me I don't see how long the place will stay open. It was practically deserted, hardly anyone there, and that's common nowadays. 

After I ate, I stopped at Target and got four packages of blueberries, a carton of plant milk (Almond Breeze) and some nice apples. Home, I cored, seasoned, and baked, as is my wont,* so I'll have one a night for my evening snack. I had intended to get a few other things, but my cart was already heavy enough and I'm meeting Diane for lunch today not far from the mall, so will get back to Target.  

When I got home, I turned my attention to yet more business crapola. I had gotten a nice email from my tenant, Lori, about her and her mother's backgrounds in response to mine. She graduated from Penn State with a B.A. in speech/communications, divorced, expecting first grandchild; mother Pru brought up on an onion farm in Goshen, N.Y.; daughter getting a masters in, of all places, Dublin, Ireland, and so on. It was interesting and I was pleased to know she's educated (if that sounds snobbish, shoot me).  I responded to it also  I sent her the request from management to provide proof of age. Copied and sent management the lease. as required.  

*"As is my wont" is an old-fashioned idiom that means as someone usually or often does. For example, "He enjoyed a drink after work, as is his wont."