Kook? As in oddball? Or as in a nook? It’s a tiny space, elongated with tables well-spaced, toward the back. It’s Fancy, all right.
The cappucino I ordered is very high-priced. It was brought on a wooden tray with the tiny lovely glass of orange juice and a grand little cookie on the side. Just very elegant and perfection.
Cappucino was firm, hard-core, as strong as you want it to be.
My resource among professional organizers turned out to be a unique choice.
Karen Guccione has a background in social work. She was perfect for the small task I needed.
Of course, she would be suited to undertake your daunting need to get everything ship shape as well.
I wanted someone who would schlep my excessive stacks of receipts and bank statements to the shredding event our public representative, Rebecca Seawright, had organized. I intended to go with but did not have an aide to stay with my husband that day.
Karen brought her large shlepping cart to help with the undertaking. She came back afterward to give me company, support, and compassion.
My quandary over what to «name« a post has led me to refine my activity.
I think I am gaining skill in the art of titling a story.
It’s about defining what you want to say.
It’s about grabbing a reader’s attention. It’s an important part of the process, especially in my «opinion« pieces. It’s very much a challenge for my poems.
Ok, so I have laid bare my longs and my shorts.
Here’s one where I came up with an “alternative” to the title I used.
Man walks into a bar
The original was «Barkeep, I’ll have a….« The subject was simply musing on the art of tending to a coffee bar.
It sounded like a CIA operation. It was not what I intended.
My operation was a simple and straightforward return. Amazon has certainly spoiled us for that; no bag, no box, no return label.
This shipping and shopping behemoth spoiled us with quick heck even same day delivery. There was a portent in this order; it took weeks to arrive.
My complaint wasn’t the delay; even the vagueness of who the merchant might be didn’t rile me. Yes, portents and mystery came with this transaction.
I was promised an infomercial’s worth of ‘great for wearing in the snow’ and ‘so comfortable for older women’ that the stiffness of this boot irked. Of course, the boot looks great from its forest green exterior and nice design to the neat angle of its raised heel. It doesn’t feel great.
So, long story short [I hear you saying ‘that ship has sailed’] I called customer service. “We’ll call you in 26 hours; if you don’t answer, we’ll send an email with the address for the return.”
I asked about the logistics of my return.
“You’ll get an email telling you all about that.” Click.
The address for the return is somewhere in Guangdong Province China. I am not kidding.
Shipping charges would fall to me. Unheard of in the annals of easy returns!
Included in this email was this wisdom: “We advise you to stay with the product and we can give you a $ 18 dollar refund otherwise continue to send the product back to us.”
Always accept good advice when it’s generously offered. At least I shall.
All The Best 