On Wednesday night, I joined the two other women in our writing group for a poetry reading by Billy Collins that took place in the Ira Allen Chapel on the University of Vermont campus. It was a packed house. If Collins achieves his goal of world domination through poetry, I will able to say, "I was there when."
Afterwards we went downtown to The Farmhouse Tap and Grill for snacks and a beer. It is October. One is required to drink a beer in October if one finds oneself in a downtown bar...which I probably haven't done since my college days. My nephew Alex was there and introduced me to his girlfriend. ("Leave it to you to know the best looking guy in the place." was the comment from my companions. Ha! but, yes, my nephew is very good looking.)
I can tell you that I needed a night out because the day itself was a living nightmare. It is a long story that started when I went to pay my Florida utilities bill and discovered that I no longer had access to the online bill paying that Mike had set up. (Who knew I had to have a separate User ID and password to access our joint account all those years? I had always just used what Mike had set up. It was a joint account. We both used it without any kind of conflict. Why did we need secret passwords?) This sent me into a whirlpool of trying to get accounts set back up and changing them over to just my name. Every account had a different set of hoops for me to jump through. Comcast was the worst because I had to go there in person--a 45 minute wait--and then--I was told to bring a copy of the death certificate but not Mike's social security number--so I had to go back with that information and fill out two pages of swearing I would be responsible for paying the bill. I have paid half of it for the past 20 years and my name was already on the account. I really don't get what the big deal was AND they took my check for this month's bill without any hesitation. Seriously, it felt like having to get a top level security clearance just to be a Comcast customer.
Also, let me just say that I fully do not understand why the Comcast lobby has not been the scene of rage incidents worthy of the road or the post office.