ION, I had a craving for chicken korma and garlic naan, so I headed out to see if I could get into my favorite Indian place. Nope, the city decided to have a street carnival on the block right in front. Annoyed but determined, I headed up a couple of miles to another place that had good reviews. Very, very tasty. Not quite as good as my preferred place, by that place has appalling parking, and new place is in a strip mall with lots of parking. I love you guys, India Palace, but if I can't get to you I can't give you money.

A new BBQ food truck opened by my apartment in what is going to become a food court, so I tried it for lunch today. Tasty, but they leave the bones in the rib sandwich while also soaking the bread in enough BBQ sauce that reassembling the sandwich after de-boning it is basically impossible. I can't imagine that anyone would order this thing a second time, and Heaven help whoever orders it to eat on the go rather than in a place with plates, forks, and lots of napkins.

I am also a bit disgruntled that the patriotic whirligig I bought in Eureka Springs disappeared after only two days in one of my building's flag brackets.

Lee, I'm not seeing where to leave a review. There's no box of anything under the recipe. Just other people's reviews.

Sorry I wasn't around to answer, but glad other people were. It did that to me on my home computer, but not at work. Weird

Just learned that someone got robbed and stabbed in the chest less than five houses away from our place a few weeks ago at 9:30 pm. Won’t lie...this has me shaken.

Oh dear, Pix. That is upsetting. Is the victim okay?

In first world problem news, I don't WANT to go out to a fancy steak place for my in-laws' 50th anniversary tonight.

That is a pretty scary thing tohave happen, Pix.

Swift healing wishes for Grace.

Yay for tubeless Grace! I hope the healing and adjustment go smoothly.

I was the first baby among my parents' friends, and they took me to parties and card games and left me on the bed where people were leaving their coats, with a barricade of coats to keep me on the bed. According to my mother, everyone wanted to see the baby, so I was checked on about every 5 minutes. I basked in the attention.

So yesterday...

Me: I followed the instructions I received in the mail to access my account, but all I get is a white screen that says, “Accessing your information. Please wait.”

Customer Service: You should try again.

Me: I did try again.

CS: Your computer must be slow or you’ve used all your memory.

Me: I don’t think that can be the prob…

CS: Try this URL. Service dot. That’s S-E-R. [She painfully spells out the URL given in the instructions, which was what I was using.]

CS: Give me your ID and password. [I spell it out for her again.] It works fine for me. It must be your computer.

[A thought occurs to me that should have occurred earlier.]

Me: Does the site support Chrome?

CS: Does it say that Chrome isn’t supported? [The site is mute on this subject.]

Me: Perhaps I should try another browser.

CS (snippily): Yes, why don’t you try another browser. [I really miss the ability to hang up loudly.]

Using IE, after telling it for the thousandth time that I don’t want it to be my default browser, I get “Accessing your information. Please wait.” I try again and get, “You information cannot be accessed at this time.” After one more try, I’m finally into a website that works about as well as you’d expect.

This is why I was kept up half the night by a crick in my neck.

Oy vey.

Timelies all!

The crib is here, and Gary and my dad are assembling it.