Rescued

I got a reminder from NetIdentity yesterday that my willa.cline.net account was due to expire in 30 days. This is another one of those that started out offering a personalized email address and web space for $9.95/year and then raised the fee by several orders of magnitude a couple of years later. It annoyed me last year because although I never use the email address and only use the webspace, I still had to pay $24.95 for the email address (plus $29.95 for the webspace, I think it was).

But I wanted to keep the webspace, which I use for my business, so I went ahead and paid it, but this year I decided not to. I realize it's a business expense and I can write it off, but that's not really the same as not paying for it. So I cancelled it and moved the pages I had there to willa.com/design

And then, being on a roll, I cancelled the account that was hosting rarepeace.org. It was only about ten dollars a month, but as a vanity domain, I didn't really need it and could hardly justify it. I moved Fallen Angel and Knitting Zen over here and will decide later whether to move some of the other stuff over--random fiction and art, etc.

I left the account open for another 30 days for redirect purposes, but after that, everything will be under willa.com. So if anyone notices anything weird, please let me know--I did it all kind of quickly last night so I could get it all finished before the end of the billing period.

Bob went to the doctor this morning and had some tests and got an x-ray, but we don't know anything yet. We'll have to wait until the x-rays make it over to his doctor; our insurance wouldn't cover x-rays taken at the doctor's office, he had to drive to the other side of town to an "Imaging Center." The last time I was at my doctor's office, my insurance wouldn't cover them taking blood there, so I had to go to an outside lab.

It got hot again here, incredibly hot over the weekend. I went out walking Sunday night, and after I'd been out about a half hour, I looked up and saw Bob's van parked in a driveway ahead of me. He had gone out to get something to eat and decided it was much too hot to be out walking, so he came to rescue me. I briefly considered saying I didn't need rescuing, that I'd just keep walking, but I didn't. I was grateful, and got in the car and let him drive me home.

It was cooler last night, and I finished my entire walk without need of rescue.

Over twenty years ago, our friend Dennis's then-girlfriend (now wife) Pam went to work for Clinique. I didn't really need any make-up or skin care products--like most young women then, I imagine, I didn't think I needed anything--but I wanted to help her out, so I went to the department store where she worked and bought the whole regimen--soap and toner and moisturizer, plus foundation, lip gloss, powder, etc.

I no longer wear much make-up, but I've never stopped using the skin care products. I love everything about them, even the packaging. I needed some hand cream (I've become a devotee of Clinique Stop Signs Hand Repair, which invariably means they'll stop making it soon), and some clarifying lotion (toner), but I hate to go to the department stores for it (Pam doesn't work there anymore, she went back to school and got her degree, and now she's a psychiatric nurse). I looked on the web to find out when the next gift-with-purchase is (always nice to get something free), but there isn't one here until the middle of August.

But I'd gotten an advertising email from Clinique that offered free shipping if you ordered over $50 worth of stuff from the website, so I ordered my handcream and this:

Doesn't it just scream Spring?!?