This blog update is overdue and in response to some faithful followers who have been wondering: What’s going on? Is Poksa still boogieing? Did she get her six-figure-pain-and-suffering traffic accident settlement and decided to just keep filling her cup until her number’s up?
I can explain. What happened was, I was too busy trying to get refunds and tying up odds and ends.
The pursuit of refunds began when my Plus One, henceforth referred to as BT, convinced me to plant a fruit salad tree in the front yard of my minimalist manor. What do I know about fruit salad trees, you ask. Nothing. I am a retired professional civil engineer whose knowledge of plants was limited to the old cherry tree on the ground near the Albuquerque sewage treatment plant. It sure bears the sweetest cherries I have ever tasted. Anyway the fruit salad tree that I was talked into planting was a tree that had a variety of citrus fruits – oranges, lemons, limes, and grapefruits – already on the branches. They had been grafted. I paid $149 for the tree which I fondly named Hugo, (variation of Jugo, Spanish for juice). Hugo was guaranteed to be a source of my lifetime supply of citrus. Money back was also guaranteed if Hugo died and is returned to Home Depot within a year of purchase. BT promised to provide the horticultural services free of charge. In his previous life, he supplied plants to offices and businesses.
Well, in spite of BT’s tender loving horticultural care for and some heart-to-heart conversation with Hugo, it still went kaput. He blamed the soil, the mites, the root system, a sick palm tree, everything. Hugo’s demise broke my heart but the prospect of the refund of my money softened the blow. So BT dug poor dead Hugo up from the ground, loaded it on my golf cart, and off he drove the three of us to Home Depot for Hugo’s proper funeral and refund of my mullah.
As it turned out, what Home Depot didn’t tell me when I bought the tree was that the refund was going to be in the form of store credit. Prior to the tree purchase, I had not been a Home Depot store kind of guy. Now I have to think of a home improvement project to get my money back.
Other purchases with guaranteed money-back return possessed me: a hidden microphone finder that promised more than it could deliver and a door bell video that required more technology than I had imagined. These purchases happen to little old ladies who live alone and watch a lot of True Crime TV. By the way, the retirement resort is very safe.
But don’t get me wrong. I am not of the chicken persuasion. I am not a bit scared. As a matter of fact, last year when my little sister was a guest in my manor, she went out with friends and later when she tried to return through the retirement resort gate, the security guard refused to let her in citing a technicality. Instead he sent a security trainee to my house to get my consent to let the “pretender” guest in. The young clueless man knocked on the door. I ignored the tapping at first. Next thing I knew I was seeing the silhouette of a man’s face and the palms of his hands plastered flat on the drapeless glass window, like a scene in a horror movie. What do you want? I yelled. Of course the glass window prevented him and me from hearing each other. So I rushed to the house front – put on a robe first – opened the door then asked the same question: What do you want? He asked if my sister was trying to gate crash. I said, She has a pass. Let her in.
The security story ended happily and taught me valuable lessons. A minimalist manor is good but it needs the minimum required bedroom window curtain for privacy. Also turn the cellphone on when expecting someone. The phone serves its purpose that way.
On the health front, it has been uneventful. I’m not complaining. Uneventful is good. All I had was my every-three-months callus scraping from my podiatrist in my primary care physician’s office. The scraping/buffing always takes less than 30 seconds. I often wonder how much he collects from Medicare.
On the fronts requiring closure, some good news.
My fight with the insurance company is over. The case concerned the liquid biopsy after the end of my CO-1686 trial participation. A year has passed and I never heard from the insurance again after the letter that said, We agree with you. Thousands of dollars that I did not have to pay and did not want to pay!
The AARP gentleman volunteer lived up to his promise to file my income tax towards the end of summer. I had to pay a whopping $6.00 to the federal government. Win some lose some.
The physical therapy for my right shoulder which was injured in the traffic accident the night after the 2017 Christmas is winding down. The latest MRI showed progress has been made but there is still some inflammation in the traumatized area of the shoulder joint. Since some important range of motion has returned, the physical therapists are concentrating on strengthening the left shoulder. By October everybody hopes to settle the price of pain and suffering.
It’s a good thing I take things in stride.