Happy Thursday! As usual I am late in logging into Mr. Linky's lists of blog-party-animals, but I spent part of today on the telephone, pretending to be my 23 year old daughter.
Why, you ask?
Our daughters arrived in London this morning . . .
. . . and Alida's ATM card would not work, and she couldn't reach her bank by phone; they block calls from overseas!
So she emailed us for help.
Problem fixed. Moms can do anything. But I had to impersonate my daughter to the bank.
If I land in jail, send me a cake with a file in it, but make sure it's baked from scratch and includes some major chocolate. I want my cellmate Big Gertie to be happy with it.
Chase Bank had frozen the account for security reasons. Alida called the bank last week, to let them know she would be in London and would need to use her ATM card, and the bank said, "Sure, hon, you can access cash with your ATM card anywhere in the world!" Well... apparently they meant, "You can, but (ha ha!) we won't let you."
Anne didn't call her bank ahead of time, and had no trouble using the ATM. Hers is a much smaller regional bank. I'm thinking there might be a lesson there.
Thanks to Susan of Between Naps On The Porch, Leigh of Bloggeritaville, and Suzanne of Coloradolady for hosting these three fun blog parties!
Tonight, a cozy dinner a deux:
We'll begin with shrimp cocktail in my Grandmother's etched glass dishes,
very vintage (the glasses, not the shrimp):
Crosse & Blackwell cocktail sauce and juicy lemons will redeem them!
25 years ago from my in-laws, from Bloomingdale's in Chestnut Hill near Boston:
and we can pretend we are having a larger dinner than we are!
in New York City where Howard worked for nearly 20 years as a reporter and anchor:
back in the day when our gifts to one another were exceedingly modest:
I love these candlesticks, and went back to Big Lots and bought more for gifts that year!
And the napkins -- old linen (a few wear holes at fold lines) with handmade lace edging -- very soft and sweet.
From a church rummage sale on Eastern Long Island, years ago.
Hardly worth licking one's nose and getting into full begging-eyes mode.
(Is that what they are? Is there a science teacher in the house?)
Hmm... maybe there's hope for me! -- Cass




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