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Happy Boxing Day

December 26, 2007 at 2:30pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

Christmas festivities went well for the Wilsons. Robbie had a good couple of days, everybody liked their gifts, and all the toys are assembled and working. Of course, getting everything put together required staying up until midnight on Christmas Eve. When Santa’s elves say “assembly required”, they mean it.

Yesterday we went out to Grand Island to visit family. Robbie was a little clingy at times, but he didn’t take long to warm up to everyone. He also discovered that he really likes Tostitos. Robbie got to play with his cousin Ben, who is just a few weeks Robbie’s senior. Unfortunately, Ben wasn’t crazy about sharing his house with so many people, and he took that out on Robbie with a couple whacks to the head. Why do little kids always go for the noggin? Why can’t they slug each other in the arm or something?

Now to get back to the regular routine. That may take me a while.

The Gift of Life (I Hope)

December 24, 2007 at 3:00pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

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After years of saying “I should”, today I can finally say “I did”. I joined the National Marrow Donor Program Registry. Well, almost, anyway. I still have to complete the tissue typing process. The testing kit should arrive in a couple weeks. It’s as simple as a couple cheek swabs.

So why marrow donation? The idea stems from two events, both of which occurred about ten years ago. The first was the loss of a childhood friend to leukemia, which can sometimes be treated with a bone marrow transplant. The second involved a bizarre series of tests that led doctors to believe that I might have had leukemia. (I didn’t. My test results were just waaaaay on one side of the bell curve. Today, fortunately, those test results come back much closer to average so doctors don’t look at me like I’m quite as much of a freak.)

Included among the barrage of tests was a bone marrow test. It consisted of laying on a table while a surprisingly-large straw was jammed into my pelvis. It didn’t hurt at all, nor was there much discomfort. There was just a little “grinding” that was kind of weird. Afterwards I could walk just fine, and I don’t recall any significant residual pain. Bone marrow donation isn’t much different, so I figured, what the heck.

Now, I’m not telling you this so that you think I’m some sort of hero. I haven’t even done anything yet! Rather, I hope that by posting it I might spur somebody to pursue a donation of their own that they’ve been pondering for a long time. Maybe marrow, or blood, or even cash. It’s always easier to do something when you know others are doing it, too. It’s how we humans work. So if you have been sitting on a donation for far too long, like I was, consider this the “sign” you were waiting for. It’s worth it.

Customer Service Update

December 17, 2007 at 2:00pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

Remember how I told you about The Wilsons’ Adventures in Customer Service last week? Here’s a quick update from the JCPenney situation.

We didn’t end up returning our photos because The Missus wanted to be able to send out photos with our holiday [sic] cards. She asked for peoples’ opinions of the photos. Some people said “Oh, those are great!”, while others went with the somewhat more truthful “Those aren’t so bad”. I think they were just being polite.

To add to the situation, The Missus had ordered more prints before we had seen the first batch. We didn’t cancel the additional order because we figured maybe the new batch would be better. The new batch was ready on Friday, but The Missus delayed in picking them up.

On Saturday we finally (!!!) got a call from the manager in regard to our phone calls from the previous weekend. The manager’s excuse for the lengthy delay? He had just seen the note. That’s some nice organization they’ve got going on over there. Anyway, The Missus told him about our problems with the previous batch and asked him to look at the new batch to see if they were any better. He told her, “No, these aren’t very good at all. You can have them for free if you want to come get them. Otherwise I’ll just throw them away.” She is always looking for an excuse to take Robbie on the carousel at Gateway, so she went and got them. They’re just as bad as the first batch.

So there you have it, the conclusion to The Wilsons’ adventures at the JCPenney photography studio. We won’t be going back.

Check Those Outdoor Faucets

December 6, 2007 at 5:10pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

Late yesterday afternoon I stepped outside to take out the trash. On my way back in, I noticed something troubling. There was a large icicle hanging from the faucet near the front door. Crap.

I went over to inspect it, and sure enough, it didn’t look good. I’ve never seen an exploded water pipe and I really don’t care to. The Missus called up Biggerstaffs and got an appointment for this morning between 9 and 11. Around 9:20 the truck pulled up. It took the guy some time, but he eventually got it fixed. Hopefully our basement ceiling is safe now. Knock on wood.

So consider this a friendly reminder: go check your outdoor pipes to make sure they aren’t leaking.

Living in My Parents’ Basement

December 6, 2007 at 4:53pm By: Mr. Wilson Posted in 625 Elm Street

Thanks to Time Warner, I’m temporarily housed in my parents’ basement. On Saturday, The Missus called to cancel basic cable. We had a six-month deal going and the six month mark was only days away. We probably would have extended our subscription had they offered to continue the deal, but they didn’t. No complaints here; it’s their lost revenue.

Unfortunately, the young man who answered the phone at 8:01 a.m. on Saturday apparently was still hungover. As I found out during my 20-minute support call last night, he canceled our Road Runner service in addition to our television service. Grr. That wouldn’t be a huge deal except for the fact that I work from home and I rely on that internet connection for my livelihood. At least the tech support guy and customer service lady I spoke with last night were helpful.

So here I am, setting up office in the spot I used to sit and play Nintendo for hours on end. Funny, the basement used to seem so much bigger.

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