I’m so positive that if a negative person came around me they would be in for a huge shock. But they might come out of it more grounded. – The Very William H. Kammerer, Jr., Esq. (Not)
Today, I got this letter from the Santa Clara Department Of Tax And Collections. It’s a nice letter, but I think they sent it to the wrong guy. Even if he has my name.
I thought that it might be a good idea for me to give them a call and let them know that I am not who they want me to be.
So I did.
Unfortunately, they are not taking calls right now, but you can leave them a message.
So I did.
During their message to me telling me to leave a message for them, they suggested that I go to their web site with any inquiries.
So I did.
On their web site, they suggest sending them an email with any further inquiries.
So I did…
Greetings!My name is William Kammerer. I just received a tax lien notification # 2########6, apparently on an unsecured piece of property somewhere in Santa Clara County.It was originally addressed to a William Kammerer atWilliam Kammerer Co Inc1229 XXXXXX. Ste 210XXXXXXX, CA 9XXXXThe year and assessment number are 91-XXXXXX-1 and the amount is $536.67I’m guessing that’s the year 1991. Is this something you just noticed?I’m writing to let you know that I am not the William Kammerer you are looking for. I have never lived, worked, or owned property in Santa Clara County, although I have driven through there a couple of times. I think I may have stopped at a fast food place there once, but I couldn’t swear to it.It appears that the document was originally sent in July 2019, but was forwarded to my address last week (4/27/2020).
I would like to say, though, that it might be fun to know how you came up with me as the recipient of this notice. And my wife wants to know a couple of things: “Is it a nice property?” And “If we pay the $536.67 can we have it?”My cell number is ###.###.####. Our home number is XXX.XXX.XXXX. I would give you my wife’s cell number, but I really don’t need another piece of property.Thank you for your attention to this matter.Regards,The Wrong William Kammerer
Well, SIP continues and I hope that all of my reader(s?) are doing OK. I know it’s a bit stressful for everyone – maybe even boring in some cases.
That being the case, I thought that I might be able to help out with some ideas to help combat the boredom a bit by letting you know how I am keeping busy.
To begin, let me assure you that we are doing fine. Fortunately, Judy is still working at the hospital, which leaves me time to accomplish a lot of things around the homestead.
Monday, I discovered that *tinnitus notwithstanding, I was able to actually hear my beard growing! It’s an amazing sound if you’ve never heard it.
*Tuesday, I placed an ice cube in a bowl, set it on the coffee table in front of the TV, stared at it and melted it using only my brainpower. (It DID take longer than I thought it would, but at least I was able to add that information to my already extensive psychic knowledge. Not to mention the fact that I can now check that one off my bucket list.)
*In the interest of full disclosure, I actually got the idea for this from a meme I saw on the interwebs and it seemed like something I could do so I decided to give it a shot. I have to say IT WORKS!
Wednesday, I started my truck:
Thursday, I have actually taken two showers. I am a very clean man, and my clothing (especially my underwear) is exceedingly grateful.
Friday, I’m trying to decide whether to read poetry to the Front Porch Fishes; get up extra early to track and narrate the progress of the pond lilies opening-up
; or, perhaps, a combination of the two. It’s so hard to decide…
Well, I hope that gives you some good ideas on things to try!
Take care (being serious, here)!
Today is Saturday number three… Or is it number four…
Yesterday, I cleaned the pool filter system. It was exhilarating. Today, I’m thinking of going all out and start my truck.
I have discovered that Coffee Mate tastes better if you add a little coffee to it.
After decades of experience, I have decided, and confirmed a multitude of times, that there is never a tape measure around when you need one.
Does Ikea sell 1,000 piece puzzles already assembled?
Today is a day that will live forever in my mind, heart, and soul. For, today, I achieved a victory, not to be taken lightly. A victory so momentous, so stupendous, so unimaginably grandiose, that one would have to go back centuries – perhaps millennia – to find it’s superior or even its equal.” – The Very William H. Kammerer, Jr., Esq. (Not) April 18, 2020
Yes, it happened. And it was really pretty much a shock – completely unexpected.
It happened like this…
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As we are accustomed to doing on any given Saturday afternoon, Judy and I exited our home to make our weekly trip to the grocery store. We had a shortlist of needs and planned to be out of the market within about 15 minutes to give us time to retrieve the take-out order of Spaghetti (for Judy) and Calzone (for me) from one of our favorite Italian restaurants. They, of course, are not open for sit-down business during this time of social distancing, but they are taking orders over the phone.
In order to speed up our shopping process, Judy and I split the list. I went one direction and she another, agreeing to meet in the ice cream aisle when we had acquired our assigned items.
I was headed for the milk/cashew milk/coffee-mate section of the store when it occurred to me that I hadn’t yet had my weekly disappointment in the most popular aisle in any store since the current pandemic began…
Yes, the paper goods aisle.
As I approached that section of the store, I noticed the usual bare shelving units, completely devoid of even dust at this late time of the week.
Except for waaayyy down at the other end of the aisle. Down where the paper towels are located. Except across the aisle from the paper towels.
Where the baby diapers reside.
For some reason, I decided to take a detour and head that way on my way to where I needed to go next.
As I approached the baby diapers, I looked more closely at the blue and white packagers (about a dozen, or so) and realized that they weren’t diapers, but appeared to be paper towels.
I looked a bit more closely because I didn’t recognize the brand of paper towels.
I, literally, put my face to within about six inches of the package, trying to discern, purely out of curiosity, how many towels there were inside the package. We are accustomed to getting them in packages of eight rolls, and these seem a bit like a two roll package. I began calculating the price difference between the four packages of two rolls of this brand and one package of eight rolls of our usual brand (Bounty) and figured that the larger package was the better buy.
But something didn’t seem right. Something was off…
I picked up the package I was inspecting and looked at it more closely. I noticed that, If I held the package at just the right angle, in just the right light, and with just the right side facing me, there were more than two rolls of paper towels contained within. There were, in fact, six rolls of paper towels! But they were each only about one third the width of normal towels.
My first thought at this realization was, “Boy, these are totally useless,” so I started searching for a description of what sort of function they could possibly serve.
I found things like, “Ultra Clean Care,” “Strong Cleaning Ripples,” “Texture Resistante,” “Papier Hygienique,” “Une Proprete Rafraichissante,” and “Debarbouillettes Jetables=.”
I was thinking, “What in the name of all that is Holy is this stuff?” None of this made any sense to me.
And then, just as I was about to place the package back on the shelf, one of my eyes – I’m really not sure which one, but one of them, for sure – caught some fine print that both of them had previously missed.
I stood there, staring. Something wasn’t quite computing, but I knew that I had to be patient, if for no other reason than I had already wasted more of my fifteen minutes than was safe to admit to Judy, so I kept glaring at the letters assembled before my uncomprehending eyes, waiting for the correct translation of whatever language they were attempting to communicate in.
And then, as if struck by lightning, it hit me! The letters were speaking English – and they were saying:
I actually bobbled the package and almost dropped it to the floor!
How could this possibly be? Wasn’t toilet paper illegal any more? I mean, when was the last time you saw toilet paper in any store or online or in your bathroom?
Once I recovered from the initial shock of my discovery, I immediately ran to the ice cream aisle, where I found Judy. You should have seen the look on her face when I waved the TP in her face and placed it into the basket!! I could tell that she was excited, too, because she immediately asked me, “Where’s the milk?”
I haven’t put gas in my truck in weeks. Over a month, actually, and it was almost down to half full (I like to think positively). So, about 15 minutes ago, I went out and put almost half a tank of gas to bring it back up to full.
Two positives, here:
1 – It was the most exciting thing I’ve done today and
2 – I made sure to get it done before the prices fall again.
I would say, “Be still my heart,” but I’m afraid that it might…
For the first time in my life, I’m praying for somebody to TP my house.