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Some days it does not pay to get out of bed. Today was one of those days. It all started rather innocently last evening when the doorbell rang. We were both sitting in the living room and Attila answered the door. I heard him talking to a woman who was canvassing for an unfamiliar charitable organization. I called from my chair that we should take a pamphlet so that we could make an informed decision at our leisure. The pamphlet was very poorly designed and executed, and described someone having a sudden health problem, spina bifida, during middle age. The story just did not sit right with me. I decided to visit their web site to get more information. They did not have a web site. I did a search for their name; no results were yielded from a variety of search engines. I called Revenue Canada who officiates the registration of charitable organizations; their office would not be open until the following morning. I called the local police department to see if this organization was listed as fraudulent; it was not on their list. This morning I called Revenue Canada and was informed that the Registration Number for this organization is not registered with Revenue Canada. I called the police station to let them know. They sent an officer over to take my statement and pick up the pamphlet. A nice young man, the officer, entered my statements into his laptop, locked the file, and had me sign an acknowledgment. Later in the day, he called me to say that their research had revealed that the organization was registered with the province, although not yet with Revenue Canada. I took down the contact number of the provincial registration authority for future reference and thanked the officer for his quick and efficient handling of the matter. Yesterday marked the beginning of a second problem as well. The car made it to the garage in plenty of time for its scheduled service appointment. However, it seems that the expensive extended warranty we purchased with the car two years ago became void. The annual checkup was not done last year when the car went in for servicing, the warranty was voided, and I found out about it yesterday. After a lot of fuss and bother, the dealership and I eventually came to a mutually acceptable solution that reinstates the warranty at some cost to both of us. I hope the fuss and bother is over, but will not be entirely comfortable until the car goes in next Tuesday to be prepared for a new warranty contract, and comes home again. If there is bother, I will be writing more, if there is not the matter will fade from memory. The bright note of the day is that "The Teenager", of her own free will, indulged in doing homework. She typed a project that her history group had written, edited and formatted the text, and moved it onto a diskette to be printed from my Mac. She and I checked the editing once more prior to printing, made a few adjustments and then, miraculously, a piece of homework had been completed. Perhaps an everyday event in some households, but at our house this is a momentous occasion; to be savored and stored away as one of the fond memories that motherhood affords. It is not quite the epiphany I had envisioned for "The Teenager", but it may be the beginning of a brave new world. |
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