The daughter just discovered that Verizon sent seven messages while she slept after taking her phone off WiFi for a moment and then falling asleep. The charges came to $99.
Time for some Dinachem
You know, it amazes me every time I watch this happen. She comes through the door in full panic mode, and the initial challenge is to keep her breathing. Next step - slow it down, with warm arms, a soothing assurance that all is well, and we got this, whatever
this may be.
That used to be our MO. When she settled the breathing we'd start talking until spontaneous laughter returned to the norm.
Our new response is I ask which of the many chemovars we have available she'd like me to prepare for her while she runs back home to retrieve her vaporizer. Today we decided on Dinachem. She slips back over to her place for the device and I break up enoug buds to fill the chamber. As she takes the first inhallation I watch the tension melt and her breathing fall into a more relaxed cadence.
Four hits in she reached for the phone and called Verizon. A gentle, apologetic demeanor got her a pleasant conversation with a friendly associate - who we discovered doesn't have unlimited service either, despite working for the corporation.....Hmmmmmm. He reduced the charge to $35, a hit we're willing to accept, kinda penance and a warning to be more cautious and attentive in the future. Sometimes it's easier to absorb the hit. We'll be looking for a new carrier tomorrow.
Four hits of Dinachem and she transforms from a terrified girl to a strong and confident woman, interacting with a faceless associate and remembering to be kind. Made her mother proud, and once again, I'm sitting here on the floor, tears blocking my clear view of the keyboard, wondering how we bring this madness to an end so I can do this without fear of being arrested.
Why is this illegal?
I have a neglected harvest to get back to. Maybe I'll take the time to meditate first. A harvest deserves a calmer emotional atmosphere, don't you agree? Then a light breakfast, some bouncy music I can sing to and a clean pair of trimmers.
Yep, sounds like a plan.
See? Not just joy. Deliberate joy. Sometimes you just need to soften the edges a little to find your way back.
I’m a point and click user the same way I’m a one-shot photographer. Lol! I learned what I needed to know and then I get going so fast I don’t bother to slow down and learn the tricks. 
