Somewhere, Sometime In October
Learn much more at the UARS website
could be scattered across an area 500 miles long. NASA figures that
about 1,170 pounds of the 6.5-ton research bird (decommissioned 6 years
ago) will get sprinkled across the planet.”
Look Out Below!
Composite photo credits; (Moon - Me, last night), (UARS - NASA).
The question of where, or when won’t be answered until just before the event occurs in October. Further information from a CSM article that addresses the decline of UARS.
Farmers Market, Civic Center
I usually miss
the Saturday Farmers Market because it’s over just about the time I get
up and going. But today I was awakened early by a phone call from a
company that protects the card that goes with my bank account. So I got
there 10 minutes before they closed at the crack of noon. Just in time
to get a little half size pumpkin pie.
on the phone had said something about questionable activity and press
any key to continue. I pressed the end button and put my head back down
on the pillow for what ever length of time it took me to digest that
there may be someone using my secured credit card. Of course there was
no going back to sleep with that partial information running around in
Cool Place To Be
I got up, nuked a cup of last night’s coffee, read the Daily Word, and checked my account on line. Sure enough, there was a charge for Netflix.
watch a movie every 6 months, so there was no way I had signed up for a
monthly movie service, and the people that watch over my account were
right on top of it. I called Netflix.
A north state native cools her feet in the bone chilling river.
The guy at Netflix
looked at his data and notified their fraud department, (who knew they
had one?), took some information, made a report, stopped the service,
and said they would be sending me reports explaining what all they were
doing to make this right. He said I should call back the person who woke
me up to find out if there was more activity indicating identity theft.
Apples By The River
I told the Netflix guy
I didn’t know the number for the card protection people who woke me up
at 8:15 in the morning. He, very nicely, said the number would be on the
back of my card. I thanked him, answered a quick survey question,
(everybody has a survey these days), and warmed up another cup of
Naked Lady On Nancy Street
I spoke to two
very nice ladies who worked for the protection agency and their fraud
department. They were very helpful and enjoyed talking with me about
iTunes and the new Beatles #1 hits album that I told them I purchased
with my card, (It was a good thing I told them because they were going
to deny payment on that charge).
The second lady
I spoke with, told me, as she looked at the data on her monitor, it
appeared there was someone who had been trying to make purchases with my
card for the past 4 months, but that they had some wrong information
entered and the purchases were denied. Wow! I had no idea that there were
these nice people protecting my account from some lost soul who had
slipped into the sad state of unscrupulous behavior.
Only 106° at 3:45p
with their experienced, competent, and friendly assistance, we went
through some of of the charges in question and she explained what
irregularities caused them to question the veracity of the entity making
the purchase, and we cancelled that card.
A Cool 79° Inside
The card protection people
said they would be sending me a new card and reports on what action
they were taking to further protect me, and would I mind staying on the
line for a quick survey. They seemed pretty confident that they could
easily identify and locate who was using the card. I thanked them for
their help, stayed on the line, and answered the survey questions. (I hope I don’t need to buy stuff for a week or so.)
So there I was,
awake early on a Saturday morning, feeling warm and fuzzily protected. I
went out into the cool 98 degree morning, checked out a few garage
sales, got to the Farmers Market before closing time, cooled off by the
river, took a picture of a naked lady I saw on Nancy Street, and came
back to this wonderful place that I call home.
I hope the unfortunate misguided miscreant isn’t someone I know. That would be kind of sad, I think.
Today’s Relatively Appropriate Song;
What A World