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No, I won't attend a Bernie debate-watch party on the 15th in Somerville.

What I really hate is getting a text on my cell phone, addressing me by my first name, like we're friends. I know other candidates do it. I guess my info is out there.

Today I am special! Michelle Obama sent me a long uplifting email,

topped with that gorgeous photo from BECOMING. She wants me to keep the conversation going, and stay in touch. She signs it "Much Love, Michelle."

This is one mailing list I am happy to be on. 👍

I love you, JLo, but we walked out after half of your movie.

True, my six-day-old replaced right shoulder-in-a-sling was starting to bother me a little, but mostly we left because Hustlers is a really bad movie. You're beautiful, but even the T&A got boring.

In the car on the way home, I read the IMDb synopsis to my husband. Turns out we didn't miss anything, but still glad we went.

** typed with left forefinger **

National Anthem before a 5K today

I've done over 20 of the Cambridge Classic 5K series, spring/summer/fall/winter, and today was the first time this happened. A live person singing the anthem like we're at a baseball game or something.

I'm used to it in arenas (although I don't really see the necessary connection between sports and flag-waving if we're not at the Olympics.) But to have 2000 people lined up waiting for GO and suddenly have to take off caps and hear a sincere young woman draw out this song, was surreal.

Maybe a change of management? I'm patriotic and I love my country as much as a sane person can at this time. But maybe not enough?

Every morning I look to see if my three months are up.

Seems like a year since I posted too many paragraphs of a near-porn rant by some columnist or other and got a hide slapped on my silly ass. 😱

Why can't people lose something I can use!

I picked up a discarded empty box to use for shipping; it wasn't light but I figured there were packing materials inside. I got it home, opened it, and found that it was somebody's Amazon return from back in June. The label had come off, but the inside printout had the barcode and description.

I just called Amazon customer service and asked the person what to do with it. She said that since it was three months old, I should just donate the item to charity. I said but wouldn't the sender have had to pay for the item since it never arrived? She said to just donate it.

But who, besides a narrow target group, is going to want a...

"Goplus Swing Canopy Replacement Waterproof Top Cover for Outdoor Garden Patio Porch Yard, 77" x 43", Beige?"

A scam I almost fell for.

I got a text Security Alert saying a hold had been put on my bank account, naming the correct bank. It gave an 877 number to call for assistance. I almost did, because I assumed it was related to the "gift letter" we signed last week, pledging money to help our granddaughter with the down payment on a house she is trying to buy.

I logged onto my bank account and there was no hold. I googled the number that the text actually came from, and there are many scam reports on it.

It seems like too much of a coincidence. Maybe there are shady people at mortgage companies who sell info to crooks. I'll bet a lot of people fall for it.

I am being reminded to RSVP to the faux President's rally

in Manchester, NH on August 15 at 7pm. Apparently he "can't wait to see me there."

He can hold his pee till I get there. Should make a nice big orange explosion.

(How do these people have my cell number to text me?!)

The magic of package delivery.

After I missed a signature-required delivery twice, I went online and changed delivery to a hold-for-pickup at a UPS store in Somerville, MA one mile from my house in Cambridge.

It was a thin envelope that held concert tickets.

It went to the Watertown, MA distribution center three miles away. It then went to Manchester, NH, then went to Louisville, KY, then went to Windsor Locks, CT, then went to the Somerville store one mile from me.

These transfers were done with as few as two hours between them.

There has to be a magic wand involved.

TSA inspected my checked bag and left their usual "we did it" card,

which I don't really mind, but they OPENED a sealed jar of fig preserves I was planning to save for a while. It's probably my imagination, but the level in the jar looks a little lower too. Maybe they tested it for contraband or something.

I ate some and it seems OK. Those figs were from a special tree in my mom's back yard; I wasn't throwing it out.

(I've brought home many jars of figs with no problem.)
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