Reminders

by rugby843, posted in Uncategorized

Do you have everything on a calendar or on your phone or computer, such as important reminders? I have almost all bills taken out of my bank as EFTs. That way I don’t need stamps, or have to roll up to the other end of the apartment complex in snow or ice to mail any checks. EFTs are easy but also require reminders of odd ones such as a quarterly insurance bill or what happened this week.

This is a tough month but no worries, it’s going to get better. I plan out my whole debit and credit every month and forgot a yearly debit for a safety deposit box. Not bad, but 90 dollars is not a discretionary expenditure. We visited the box this fall trying to find some missing papers we needed. At that time we removed most everything of importance from the box.

Why we didn’t close it then you ask? Stupidity is the answer–that and not remembering when the bill for it was due. I tried calling the bank and asking why I wasn’t sent a reminder for this expense. No help. Asked if I could empty the box immediately and receive a prorated refund. No help. His answer was he could help me close it this week if I wanted. I put it on next year’s calendar to empty it out in the summer when everyone is less busy.

So I guess I’m reminding you to remind yourselves of oddly timed expenses, especially if you’re on a limited income and use EFTs. 🤦🏼‍♀️🙍🏼🤷🏼‍♀️

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100 Word Wednesday and Daily Addictions: Signal

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Hey Boney! Nice costume, I love the color!

Thanks Skelly, not bad yourself!

Well thought I would spice it up a bit this night. The old black and white was getting boring after five hundred years.

Totally agree, man, how do you like my purple?

Cool, man, and it gives out the right signal.

Signal? Whatcha talking about?

You know, the purple!

Uh, no.

Purple for passion. Don’t you read?

Sure I do. I have all the latest issues from the Comic Con!

You know Boney, there’s a lot of other stuff out there.

Yeah, I love video games!

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100 Word Wednesday: Week 95

Putting My Feet in the Dirt 31

by rugby843, posted in Uncategorized

Harold picked up the wooden calendar to change the date from the 30th to the 31st. Halloween, he thought to himself. I wish the kids would come around here. I always have treats, but they won’t come.

Harold Hemmings was an elementary school teacher in the village of Trans. It was a small little town in the Ozark mountains. This time of year it was beautiful and inspired many city photographers to snap the scenery. Harold did his best to keep the school children at bay, with the constantly changing weather–one day 75 degrees, the next 35, and it rained havoc on their little minds.

Since costumes were outlawed, this year Harold decided to please the students with an after school party in the park across the street from the school. The parents were delighted to have a couple of hours respite before picking up their children. The party costumes were hidden in the students’ desks in the classroom, but displayed as the children donned them over their clothes. All seemed to be going well. Treats were plenty and consumed quickly. Punch served and spilled and delicious cupcakes left smudged frosting on small mouths. Harold packed up after every child went home and drove to his house.

That evening, Harold put out his offered treats but with no expectation the children would come. It was getting late and the moon was still full. No tricksters even though the clock struck ten. Harold went to blow out the candles in his jack-o-lanterns and turn off the porch light. It was then it happened, the haunting of Harold Hemmings.

As he blew out the candles, he felt a chill run down his spine. He shivered thinking the evening had grown cold. Second candle blown out and a green mist joined the candle smoke. It traveled up and surrounded Harold. He was mesmerized by the event and just stayed there in the bending position of blowing out the flames. The porch light flickered and went out, as did the other pumpkin candles. The moon flew under a dark cloud and all he could see was the green mist in grey smoke.

Harold tried to stand up straight but his back was unable to. He tried to grab the porch railing to right himself but he seemed frozen in that position. He shuffled over to the wicker rocker and sat down, and that is where he remains today.

Unbeknownst to Harold, the school board superintendent did not advocate any Halloween or other such activities in or around the schools in his district. If such happenings occurred, he would go into his basement, unlock the secret room door and don his wizard hat. A small spell was cast and the warning to others like Harold was done.

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