Last week I purchased a back massager from Amazon. It was kind of pricey, but there was a $20 coupon I used. And yesterday it stopped working. I only used it a few times a day.
It arrived on Sunday. And it died on Thursday.
I also purchased this massage mat from the very same company: A massage mat with heat. Same brand. It’s still working. Thank goodness. My back needs both of them right now.
I’ve been lucky with Amazon.com. I order a lot of stuff so I don’t have to deal with stores. Which has been so wonderful during this pandemic.
I called Amazon this morning and a very nice man, albeit one that was difficult to understand, said he’d send me a new one.
I’d already tossed the box. I can’t have big boxes cluttering up this apartment. With all the things I order, I’d be swimming in boxes if I didn’t take them down to the dumpster.
So I asked if I could just put the one that doesn’t work in the new box he’s sending me with the new back massager. And so it was worked out. I shall get my new back massager soon.
Second Strange Occurrence:
My granddaughter said her friends on TikTok were upset and crying because they fear the president will not be re-elected. And they fear if he isn’t re-elected, someone will come take their guns.
Well, I certainly hope they meant their parents’ guns. Because these are 11 year old kids we’re talking about.
Being a kid is hard enough without having such adult worries.
We know they got this from somewhere. Little people with big ears I imagine. Or is that little pitchers have big ears? I frequently get idioms turned around.
Third Strange Occurrence:
I took Charlie to acupuncture yesterday. It was only the second time I’d been out and about since his last week’s acupuncture appointment.
When I came home it looked like an explosion of rubber bands had occurred in the dining area.
I then recalled that I had opened a small drawer on my desk to get a rubber band to use for something earlier. You see I keep various sizes of rubber bands in that drawer. And I’m certain that I closed it. But apparently not all the way.
Ivy must have been watching. Because how Ivy even knew I opened that little drawer I can’t fathom. But Ivy misses nothing.
And she had had one heck of a party with the rubber bands in the less than 30 minutes that I was gone.
She must have known I’d put them all back. So she squirreled away rubber bands in her little hidey-holes and keeps bringing them out to play with. And I take them away again.
Ivy is not happy with me when I take them away.
Fourth Strange Occurrence:
I walked into the kitchen this morning and Ivy was eating dog food out of Charlie’s bowl.
And not good tasting dog food either, because Charlie is on a special prescription diet. I imagine it’s rather bland because he has digestive issues.
She’s lucky Charlie didn’t witness her eating out of his bowl, because he would have been very angry.
I keep her cat food on a table in the bedroom to make sure Charlie can’t get to it.
Ivy never goes hungry. She always has food. You have only to look at her to see that she’s well fed. Perhaps a little too well fed.
But there she was crunching dog food when she had food of her own.
What a strange cat she is.