Thursday Thoughts

All Worn Out
Well, I finally did it. I wore out a credit card. It happened at breakfast yesterday morning. I gave the cashier my card and he ran it through the machine. No go. It wasn’t denied. It just didn’t do anything. When I looked at the strip on the back of the card, I realized it was almost entirely worn off. The reason I didn’t know it earlier is that I do a lot of my shopping on the internet, and apparently the rest of the shopping I do at places that have chip readers. The good news is my new card is in the mail, as this card expires at the end of February. I don’t even want to know what this means about how much money I spend.

Overkill?
And speaking of spending money, I ordered a belt to wear when I’m walking with my nordic walking sticks so that I have someplace to keep my cell phone. I have one in Denver, and figured it was one of those things I could duplicate here. Good ol’ Amazon, it showed up as expected a mere two days later. When I opened the box, here is EXACTLY what I found…..

Seriously? I’ve gotten many an Amazon package in a smaller box. Heck, it could have fit in an envelope. I envision that the person who packed my order was tired, and the more reasonably-sized boxes were at the other end of the warehouse (as was, apparently, the bubble wrap). It was the end of his shift and he just wasn’t going to do it.

Birthday Celebration
My sister Bec celebrated the first anniversary of her 35th birthday yesterday. We celebrated with her son Erik and his family at Firebirds Wood Fired Grill last night. Bec’s daughter Kate was supposed to join us all the way from Las Vegas, but was down with a bug. As always, we had such a good time. Bec is the most amazing 35th x 2 person I know, and I am absolutely delighted to have her as my sister, my friend, and my role model to enjoying life….

Something’s Fishy
One of a number of things I anticipated missing while in the desert was the Hawaiian dish called poke. It’s true there is a restaurant serving poke near where Bec lives, but that’s 30 minutes from my door. In Denver, I can be at the nearest poke restaurant in five minutes, and often am. So I was delighted to stumble upon Poke Fuzion only a 10 minute drive from my front door. I’ve been twice, and both times I have left very happy. The last time I went, I couldn’t get the club soda machine to turn off. I reckon the owners were much less happy than I…..

Ciao!

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