I spent the morning in
Lexington, at my weekly coffee hour (which stretched into three hours),
there with friends.
Afterwards, I drove to the Castle
Rock P.O. to mail my box of Angel Baby Blankets off to their pickup
destination.
That’s where the blip occurred.
I enjoy creative activity.
I like creativity with purpose.
The obamanite governmental
covid madness had ended the Bazaar creativity; I refuse to allow obamanite government caused inflation
to curb this creative outlet.
I should be able to put
enough aside every other month to continue my donation mailings: it’s not an
ego trip … it’s for a good purpose. I know how hard grieving can be. I know how
important it is to have tangible mementoes at hand.
On my way home, wings of
hope carried me into a store, where I bought two rolls of brown paper wrap.
I enjoy what I do.
I like knowing pain will be eased.
I refuse to allow obamanite government
caused inflation to interfere.
I collected the mail on my
way through the Park – and I couldn’t believe what I saw when I slit one
envelope and slid the paperwork out for view ☹
Here is where the ping comes in …
I truly believe AT&T is
a demonrat affiliation; all the signs are evident.
The people in
the company apparently have no brain:
it takes a brain to comprehend reason. The people in the company have no
heart – heartless people are clueless to the unrelenting pain they cause by
their uncomprehending actions. No brain, and no heart = demonrat trademark signs.
I had personally
notified AT&T of Bob’s passing
from this life to the next three years ago (and had the phone
contract switched to my Name, only, as the legal owner – at the local office,
here in Longview): the company billed ME (obviously understanding that I
AM the SOLE owner of the phone) … but ALSO TRIED TO CONTINUE BILLING Bob (and
badgering me for being tardy with payment – that took 3 years to straighten
out: I had to threaten legal action).
And now – NOW –
AT&T is trying to channel Bob again.
It’s unbelievably ignorant on their end.
It’s cruel.
What about “my
husband died” does AT&T not understand???
Bob cannot
accept this refund.
I am tired of dealing with AT&T’s
nonsense: all 4 cents worth.
I shredded the
offending paperwork – and redirected
my thoughts when I saw the UPS truck stop outside my carport.
My thoughts are now busily buzzing
with fixed Spring activities 😊
