‘Tis the season…
…for things to get stuck in trees. At the corner of the park down the street, a kite. Makes sense. Kites, trees – there’s a connection. A few streets over, a tree in somebody’s front yard has a football stuck at the very top. About halfway up in the same tree, a tennis ball is wedged in the junction where a branch meets the trunk. As I walked by, three boys came tumbling out the front door with a mini Nerf football, arguing about whose aim was better. Now I know how the football and the tennis ball got stuck. Tomorrow, I’ll probably see the Nerf football up there, too.
I’m trying to get through my to-do list, but I don’t have the motivation. I tried today. Called the insurance company to check on coverage. Got frustrated and wasn’t able to mark it off my list. I understand the necessity of menus and options when you call companies, particularly on weekends, but I really hate the ones you have to talk to. I had to go through three minutes of “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. Did you say medical or help?” just to find out that my insurance company’s customer service center is closed on weekends. Tell me that up front! I much prefer using the keypad. Actually, I’d rather do it online, but I can’t get to that level of detail online.