Who uses a checking account anymore? My first checking account was opened at Franklin Bank in 1969, housed in a historic stone building on Franklin Avenue and Blaisdell in Minneapolis. Just to sit in that overstuffed chair of real leather made this 17-year-old kid feel like royalty and oh-so-grown up. One of the best pieces of advice ever given to me was by the clerk in that bank who suggested I start the number of my checks higher than 101; otherwise it was a dead giveaway my account was new, which meant vendors might not be so eager to accept my check for payment. Well, there was THAT, and I looked like I was seven.
When I was a kid growing up in Minnesota, everybody always asked each other in the summer that idiotic question: Is it hot enough for ya? It was just a colloquialism, nobody expected a response. Saying is it hot enough for ya is akin to saying hey. But in Sacramento right now, we have hot weather much sooner than expected. Although, I don’t know why. It’s as though Mother Nature turned up the dial and said forget about spring as she dumped a ton of water on us last month.
Then in June, when it’s often relatively nice weather in Sacramento, bam, we’re hit with a heat wave that shows no sign of cooling off. It’s the kind of hotness you can see with your eyes, the waves in the air of bendy heat, slowly rippling in the bright sun that just won’t quit. It was 106 yesterday. Recordbreaking.
My midtown Lyon Real Estate office forwarded a UPS phone scam call to me yesterday from 916-235-1321. It registers as a Folsom VoIP number, which means it could have originated from a computer or a mobile. The caller even acknowledged that he had asked my office to forward the call. He sounded so hokey. Said he was from UPS and had received a field inquiry about a damaged shipping label. Right away red flags went up, because he did not sound like a UPS employee.
Twice I asked his name, but no, he was transferring me to an individual with more information about my damaged shipping label. I also asked how he got my office number because I don’t ever use that number for anything, especially not for UPS. He said he got it from the shipping label, which is even more dubious.
Quite possibly I am among the only three people left in the world who did not see Guardians of the Galaxy, Vol 1, in any of our Sacramento movie theaters, and I certainly did not exhibit any enthusiasm about watching it on TV. My husband’s intentions, I believe, were to bring me up to speed on the first movie, which would then entice me to go the movies to see Guardians of the Galaxy, Vol. 2. A plan that backfired, initially.
Bear in mind I knew nothing about the movie except for the promo shot of the group: a wiseacre raccoon, a skinny chick with a sliced-up face, an enormous man with red scars all over his body, some sort of live tree that reminded me of David Bryne and, of course, that dorky dipshit from Parks and Recreation. “I’m a girrrllll,” I explained to my husband, about why I didn’t want to see it. No Max Max for me. Guns, trucks, loud noise, blowing up things.
When Meters Matter began in 2005, water meters coming to Land Park seemed so far into the future. But 2017 is here and the city will begin installing water meters in the next couple of months. I thought about that as my husband and I walked to the Sunday Farmer’s Market under the W / X Freeway in Land Park. It was considered late by market produce, just after 11 AM, but still relatively early by our schedule. We tend to take it pretty slow and easy Sunday mornings, easing into the day.
Then, all of a sudden, the truck and fire engine from the Sacramento Fire Department on Broadway and 8th Street emerged, lights going. They both pulled around the corner on 8th Street and headed north, blaring. Well, it is Memorial Day Weekend. Beer, propane and matches don’t always mix.