I'm exhausted. And I fear it's because I'm old. But before I get to that part....
We left about 8:30 and stopped to look at a pickup truck I think I mentioned in last night's post. It's a 1960 F100 that was listed online for $2,500 but this morning was dropped to $2,250. Brett, our pastor, sent me the link and it was intriguing for a couple of reasons. First, vintage trucks are soaring in value. Then, this one has had 302 CI V8 transplanted into it instead of the much smaller and weaker 292. Add Edelbrock intake and 4-barrel carb and a Borg Warner T4 manual transmission and that's a sweet drivetrain.
Alas, the rust worm has been at work. The cab floor is mostly not there, the front of the bed is also badly eaten away, and the driver's door bottom is toast. Patch panels are readily available for all of those areas but they would cost several hundred dollars, take time to weld and grind, and then they'd have to be painted. If I didn't want a patchwork look that means painting the whole truck.
By that point any potential profit has disappeared, and that's the reason I'd go ahead.
So....pass.
From there to the Verizon store (factory, NOT an "authorized retailer") to switch over from AT&T.
I hate it when you have to spend money to save money.
By the time we paid activation fees, got a car charger, etc. we ate up our savings for the first two or three months. But we got their free, cheapo phones (the famous Zenfone V) so there wasn't any out-of-pocket cost there.
When all is said and done we'll save about $50 a month for exactly the same plan. And we'll be set if/when Verizon gets that tower build 1/4 mile from our place, currently scheduled to go online in 2019.
We spent an hour getting that switch-over done and then had 90 minutes to kill before our next stop so we went across the street to a Starbucks to set up our phones. FAIL. Pam eventually got hers to work but mine wouldn't allow me to log into my Google accounts so I could access my contact list, GMail, Maps or..... I also couldn't make calls, access texts, or do any of the things we have cell phones for.
Back across the street so Jason could diagnose. "You must have been caught in a loop" - whatever that means. But he got my phone to connect to the system.
Alas, by then I'd tried to log into my Google account so often that it had locked me out as a suspicious threat. "Try again in a few hours."
When we got home I opened my laptop and had an email from Google warning me about suspicious activity. That took me to a site where I could say, "No, it really was me," which then allowed me to log in via my phone.
I also had four emails from Verizon. I haven't opened any of them yet. Burdensome.
I still have to use the cloud to transfer all of my contacts, pics, and other data across. But by this point I was too weary from wrestling with technology.
Yeah, I think I'm getting old.
From there to the box office at the Hult Center, which opens at noon, where I bought our tickets for The Barber of Seville. I heard an ad for it today that said the male and female leads are with the Metropolitan Opera in NY, so they've brought in some big(ger) guns.
I grew up with this music so it makes me happy that Pam has learned to enjoy it.
You should give it a try, too.
Then lunch at Wendy's, from there to Fred Meyer to pick up a couple of things, Walmart (ugh!) to get a phone holder to use in the Kia, and home. Finally.
It's rained all day, but we need it. The weather guy on our local CBS station said we've had the driest December on record, but today's 3/4" should fix that.
At least here in Eugene the Wendy's is the fast food equivalent to the people of Walmart.
Scary.
OK, I opened one of those emails from Verizon. It wanted me to log into my account so I could do things like pay my bill online. First step: "enter your phone number."
So I do.
"We're sorry, that information doesn't match what we have in our records."
FAIL
I know my phone number. Don't tell me it's incorrect. I've had that number FOR TEN YEARS.
Grrrr.
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