Okay, I’ve learned a lesson – I shouldn’t ignore my blog for months on end. I have some excuses, but you know, excuses are like… and everyone has one. When my trailers went into winter hibernation, so did I. There were other distractions. The biggest was my father-in-law dying. He was the patriarch of the family and left a big hole in our hearts.
He died in hospice, March 15th after struggling for years with lung, blood and heart problems, but it was cancer that finally got him.
He lived a long fulfilling life though and at the end, he had his wife and daughters at his bedside. That has to count for something.
There is still a lot to do but I’m beginning to catch up. This blog is one of those things. I knew the site had a big upgrade a while ago, but the big surprise was the 6,600+ spam comments attached to my postings. I was only able to delete a 150 at a time without getting an error message from the server. So, it took some time to trash them.
I apologize to those of you who posted legitimate comments. I just couldn’t handle sorting them out. As a result, everyone’s comments, even my own, are now gone.
Isn’t it sad that we have to put up with the vultures of the world? That’s what spammers are – scavengers. Of course, they forage in other ways too.
Several days ago, my mother-in-law received a note in the mail. It appeared to be hand written and said, “My wife and I are interested in buying your house… Please call us at 720-xxx-xxxx… thanks, John & Jane Doe.” (I changed the names because a complaint with the BBB is pending.)
The note really upset my mom. She didn’t know these people and didn’t understand how they knew her husband had died or how they got her address. She’s unlisted in the phone book. It especially frightened her because she is alone for the first time in her life and feels vulnerable. She even worried that someone might be watching her house.
My complaint to the BBB was that this kind of unsolicited inquiry is unscrupulous because it did not list the name of the business. A close inspection of the note revealed it was computer generated. The return address on the envelope and phone number in the note belongs to a realtor. Obviously, they scour the obituaries for leads. They might call that fishing, but it’s really just another kind of spam.
On a lighter note, my grandchildren were on their way to the funeral. They asked where they were going and my daughter told them, “to the cemetery to bury greatpa.” My four-year-old grandson said, “Oh, no, that means we have to dig.” My six-year-old grandson replied, “yeah, and dig a lot.” As Art Linkletter would say, “Children say the darndest things.”