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Dec. 5th, 2015 03:05 pmUgh. I have to update a billion things because my bank apparently had a breach back in November? October? And while my account didn't show any sign of activity (yet? That I noticed, anyway.) they just went ahead and reissued new cards for possibly everybody. Which is fine, but having to remember the various places that have the old card number on file and whether it's something I have to update now or wait until I next make an order/use the service is a pain in my ass.
I also don't like that the new card has numbers that aren't raised. Cards get used daily, without the numbers and letters being raised, they'll just rub off and you'll be hosed. Not cool, Credit Union. Not cool.
Took the dog out for a walk this afternoon and when I ran back out to get the mail, I came back to the house to find a very shiny penny on one of my welcome mats. Weirdness because it wasn't there a minute before. I'm not sure I subscribe to the pennies from heaven theory, but today's my grandfather's birthday, so happy birthday to him. I miss him a fair bit, and not simply because things were 900% simpler for me back then. (Well, mostly.)
*dusts off the memory bin* We lived with my grandfather for my whole childhood that I remember. So sometime after the boy was born, we moved into the house I remember growing up in, and there we stayed until I was 17. I feel bad that I don't remember whether he died when I was 14 or 15, but my grandmother died the other year so either way, early high school.
Anyway. He lived at the house for six months of the year and at his house with his third wife (#1 was my grandmother, #2 was a marriage that shouldn't have happened and was over before I was ever a glimmer in anyone's eyes) because of some weird law in Virginia, which is where she lived. Usually he spent Christmases with us, and I suspect part of that was because his grandchildren were here and also from bits and pieces Mom's told me over the years, he probably had a fair amount of happy Christmas memories stored up starring my grandmother at that house. Anyway, we couldn't decorate for Christmas until after his birthday because as all December babies know, your birthday gets overshadowed by Christmas if your family/friends celebrate it. To prove this, I don't really remember any of his birthdays, but to be fair I was 10 or younger so... cake, gifts, you get the idea.
I learned a lot about how love lasts well after death from the way he was still very much in love with my grandmother even though she'd died before I was ever born. I also learned that it's very sweet to name your child after a loved one you've lost, but you're also saddling that kid with some baggage they will not understand for years.
And now for the holiday thing:
Today's Temp :
Literal, I know. :P It feels nice, with the breeze, but looking at the upcoming temps, I'm less than pleased. Canada, share the cold air, k? It's December, I don't want a repeat of the years where I was in exceptionally short shorts and wishing to kick every person who ever complained about how cold it was. December is not the time of year where you get burned when walking barefoot on the concrete! (Yes. That happened one of the Christmases I was little. Short shorts and tanned and everything Dawn used to go on and on about for California Christmases. But, y'know, on the other coast.)
I also don't like that the new card has numbers that aren't raised. Cards get used daily, without the numbers and letters being raised, they'll just rub off and you'll be hosed. Not cool, Credit Union. Not cool.
Took the dog out for a walk this afternoon and when I ran back out to get the mail, I came back to the house to find a very shiny penny on one of my welcome mats. Weirdness because it wasn't there a minute before. I'm not sure I subscribe to the pennies from heaven theory, but today's my grandfather's birthday, so happy birthday to him. I miss him a fair bit, and not simply because things were 900% simpler for me back then. (Well, mostly.)
*dusts off the memory bin* We lived with my grandfather for my whole childhood that I remember. So sometime after the boy was born, we moved into the house I remember growing up in, and there we stayed until I was 17. I feel bad that I don't remember whether he died when I was 14 or 15, but my grandmother died the other year so either way, early high school.
Anyway. He lived at the house for six months of the year and at his house with his third wife (#1 was my grandmother, #2 was a marriage that shouldn't have happened and was over before I was ever a glimmer in anyone's eyes) because of some weird law in Virginia, which is where she lived. Usually he spent Christmases with us, and I suspect part of that was because his grandchildren were here and also from bits and pieces Mom's told me over the years, he probably had a fair amount of happy Christmas memories stored up starring my grandmother at that house. Anyway, we couldn't decorate for Christmas until after his birthday because as all December babies know, your birthday gets overshadowed by Christmas if your family/friends celebrate it. To prove this, I don't really remember any of his birthdays, but to be fair I was 10 or younger so... cake, gifts, you get the idea.
I learned a lot about how love lasts well after death from the way he was still very much in love with my grandmother even though she'd died before I was ever born. I also learned that it's very sweet to name your child after a loved one you've lost, but you're also saddling that kid with some baggage they will not understand for years.
And now for the holiday thing:
Today's Temp :
Literal, I know. :P It feels nice, with the breeze, but looking at the upcoming temps, I'm less than pleased. Canada, share the cold air, k? It's December, I don't want a repeat of the years where I was in exceptionally short shorts and wishing to kick every person who ever complained about how cold it was. December is not the time of year where you get burned when walking barefoot on the concrete! (Yes. That happened one of the Christmases I was little. Short shorts and tanned and everything Dawn used to go on and on about for California Christmases. But, y'know, on the other coast.)