I wrote this post almost a week ago.
I was SURE I'd posted it.
I know understand why I got no comments!
Although I had a lovely weekend, It started with a very weird experience at my bank. Admittedly, this particular scenario made my day a tad bit easier, I'm not at all sure I like it.
Here's what happened:
I was getting ready to escape to Chicago for the weekend, and needed to bring some cash. So.... we drove up to the ATM on the way out of town. I went to a new branch of the bank .... one I've never visited before... because it was much closer (and barely out of the way to the highway). I wondered aloud why I don't use this branch, since it's so much closer to home.
The drive through ATM is clearly designed for SUVs and minivans. But I was in a Prius. So reaching the keypad was a bit more challenging than I'd intended. First I managed to get into the system in Spanish. Laudable I suppose, except that I can neither speak nor read Spanish, and thus could not conduct my transaction. Then, when I finally got in, in English, and told it I wanted some cash from my checking account, it asked "which account?".... and listed Account 1, Account 2 and Account 3. Odd. I only have one checking account with this bank. I selected number 1 figuring that with only one account, Account 1 had to be right. It had asked for my pin once, but evidently it wasn't convinced. It asked for my PIN again. It didn't like what I entered. I canceled my transaction, started over, and tried again selecting Account 2, with the same results. I gave up and went inside.
I strolled into the bank wearing comfy traveling clothes, and told the teller what had happened. He remarked that this "select account" thing was new, and that it was indeed confusing those customers who have only one account. He told me that if we have only one account, we're supposed to choose account one. Okay....but that didn't work, did it?
His Sidekick (a woman who was standing behind him) asked if I wanted him to call card services to see if there was something wrong with my card? "Sure," I said. "And can I get cash... I don't have my checkbook with me... " "Sure," says Teller Guy.
So, as I'm standing there, and Teller Guy is getting a cash withdrawal slip to fill out, Sidekick takes my ATM card, and calls over to card services. She reports that there have been two failed PIN entry attempts (likely the two I experienced at their drive through), but that she could have them reset my pin for me right there. I said, that sounded fine, and gave them a new PIN number. Meanwhile, Teller Guy fills out a checking withdrawal slip for me, and asks me for my account number. I rattle it off (it's an easy one). He writes it into the slip, and then processes my transaction.
In mere moments, she gives me my card back, with the new PIN, he gives me $200.00 in cash, and I walk out.
Do you notice something missing from the above scenario? Sidekick never asked for the original PIN. Teller Guy never asked for any ID whatsoever. Seems to me, I could have been a thief who had stolen a purse, nabbed the ATM card and the check book... memorized the checking account number, and gone into the bank for some cash.
Seems to me that when a bank client you've never seen before says "Hi, I can't get my card to work," a bank employee with any hint of security consciousness wouldn't respons to "there have been two failed PIN attempts" by offering to reset the PIN without getting an ID.
Seems to me that when a person comes into the bank w/o her check book, you ought to ask for ID (or at least have the person confirm some other piece of information) before merrily giving her cash.
I'm just sayin'.
Luckily, I suppose, I am the owner of the account, and thus, no one stole money from me Friday. From there on, it was smooth sailing. E (my walking buddy, not to be confused with the Divine Though Blogless Elizabeth, with whom I also sometimes walk) and I drove up to Chicagoland, where we landed at her Mom's house. We were soon met by Alyse and Evan. Joanne served us a truly delicious dinner, and we all went to play on the Wii Fit. I neeeeed one.
Saturday, we went into the city for Brunch at Wishbone. Can you say Yummmmmm. I can. I'm quite sure I ate more than I should have. I had an omelet with cream cheese and bell peppers, grits, and crab cakes. And Mississippi Mud (espresso, condensed milk, cream, ice).
Thus well fed, Alyse and I took Alicia to Loopy Yarns. I was cameraless I know, I know, BAD Blogger behavior), but Alyse took a few shots (she's promised to send them to me). I tried very hard to be good. I managed to resist sea silk, and Manos and a 25% off on Rowan yarns sale. But this particular hank of sock yarn would not let me leave it behind.
I blame it on the yarn fumes. You see, my room at Alyse's house is also a yarn storage space, so I slept with yarn fumes all night. And then, well, Loopy Yarns is rife with them. It's hazardous. I'm thinking I did really well. (Notice that I'm not outing Alicia or Alyse? They bought more than I did. see... I was good.)
It was a good thing I was feeling strong despite the yarn fumes... as it would have been a bit awkward hauling the big bag of yarn I wanted to buy into the Caddillac Palace Theater. At a bit of prodding from Alyse's husband (who called us), we tore ourselves away from the yarn store to take a brisk walk up State Street so that we could be thoroughly entertained by Muppets!.
Avenue Q may resemble Sesame Street in some ways... and yes Oscar's trash can would have fit right in .... and the style of presentation may have been similar... but Avenue Q is definitely NOT a kid's show. If it were a movie, they'd have to rate it NC-17. I don't care if there's no human nudity involved, that much sex on stage is not for kids. BUT.... Avenue Q is not (just) muppet porn (though one muppet insists that the Internet is for Porn). It's a great show... full of laughter, that makes you think about some serious issues (like, say, Racism) in ways that make opening the topic more accessible.
The rest of the weekend continued... full of friends and good food and good conversation, and food, and even some knitting. Some not so happy making knitting.
You may remember Rivendell.
I have been struggling to get Rivendell started in a way that means it will actually fit. You see, as written, with my yarn (that is the perfect colorway for this sock), the sock will not fit over that wide place where your heel and arch are .... I've tried about four needle sizes -- to get it over that wide spot, the gauge had to be far too loose for socks. So I've been trying to modify it. I've made it so the very top (where the wrapped stitches prevent a lot of stretch) will actually go over my heel/instep. But that means that its baggy baggy around my ankle.
At least it's pretty (even if this picture is hiding how lovely the yarn is in person).
I'm sure if I think about it, I'll have lots to say about this weekend (besides THANK YOU Alyse, for putting me up in your house!)
But right now... it's HOT, and I'm tired and hungry, and thus cranky, and have blogged my fill for the day.