I feel like I just dodged a bullet

I've spent the last week praying: Please, God, don't let them turn anything off before GK gets here.

FPL (electric) was a close call; last week, I wrote a check for the guy who showed up at my door to turn me off, and then begged an advance on future dog-sitting services from PJ. Got it to the bank by close of business, the lights stayed on.

Now that she's departed (this morning, at oh-dark-thirty), I've been praying for nothing to get turned off before I get the check I *should* get this weekend. This morning, as I was doggedly sorting the bin of spices sitting on my counter, there was a knock at the door.

I scrambled to pull something over my head, and found a gal from BrightHouse (cable/internet) on my doorstep. Thankfully, she wasn't here to turn me off, just a reminder that I'm severrely delinquent.

As I was closing the door, I noticed a pink slip of cardstock on the sill: the city water department was also here this morning. And yet, I still have running water.

It's going to be a nail-biter---deciding what to pay with the money I'll have*, but for the moment at least, normal life continues.

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* Because in addition to utilities, I still have insurance that absolutely positively HAS to be paid OR ELSE. Hard choices loom....

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I feel like I just dodged a bullet

I've spent the last week praying: Please, God, don't let them turn anything off before GK gets here.

FPL (electric) was a close call; last week, I wrote a check for the guy who showed up at my door to turn me off, and then begged an advance on future dog-sitting services from PJ. Got it to the bank by close of business, the lights stayed on.

Now that she's departed (this morning, at oh-dark-thirty), I've been praying for nothing to get turned off before I get the check I *should* get this weekend. This morning, as I was doggedly sorting the bin of spices sitting on my counter, there was a knock at the door.

I scrambled to pull something over my head, and found a gal from BrightHouse (cable/internet) on my doorstep. Thankfully, she wasn't here to turn me off, just a reminder that I'm severrely delinquent.

As I was closing the door, I noticed a pink slip of cardstock on the sill: the city water department was also here this morning. And yet, I still have running water.

It's going to be a nail-biter---deciding what to pay with the money I'll have*, but for the moment at least, normal life continues.

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* Because in addition to utilities, I still have insurance that absolutely positively HAS to be paid OR ELSE. Hard choices loom....

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Yesterday's adventures with GK

The thrifting happened, but as with so many things one wants!wants!wants!, it fell flat. GK was running around doing things with BC and his youngest all morning; it was nearly two when we hit the road.

Did the Rockledge Goodwill first. I was very selective; having just dropped off a shitload of crap, I was in no hurry to get more. My haul, courtesy of GK, was a red and black tribal print tee, a string of beads, a book and a candle-snuffer (The latter is going to church, as the one we had disappeared during a robbery).

GK said she was starving, so next came a side-trip to McD's. From there, we visited the Humane Society thrift, which was closing in ten minutes, and they all but shoved us out the door at the stroke of five.

When I'd dropped off some stuff there a couple weeks ago, I'd spotted a heavy-duty scale at another store, and GK was looking for one for BC*. We went there, but it was gone. GK, BCsDaughter and Bestie had more patience than I; I sat in the van and zoomed through the first 63 pages of my new book, "How Not to Make a Wish", drumming my fingers and wondering what the hell they could possibily find so enthralling in that dump.

We arrived at the Chinese Buffet at the same time as J. (CF was already waiting.) It ended up just being the six of us, very cozy, lots of girl-talk. We talked about GK's travels and our adventures in organizing my place. GK's dogs were a hot topic with J, who would love to get her hands on them to rehabilitate them. A good time was had by all.

Then GK and I, along with BCsDaughter and Bestie, went to the mall and saw Sucker Punch. (Which, incidentally, I think is a crap title, but I confess, I don't know what I'd call it.) OMG! Awesome, amazing, fabulous movie! We discussed it the whole way home, or at least until we dropped BCsDaughter and Bestie off at BCsDaughter's house.

Our final stop of the day was WalMart, where GK picked up a chrome link belt and got me a few perishables and a couple sundries. I have ample canned goods, but lacked a a few things like eggs, fresh bread, a shaker of parmesan, trash bags...and although it wasn't a major need, she also let me get another package of sheet protectors...maybe the package I *thought* I had will turn up---if I ever had them in the first place---but this way, I've GOT them and can work on reducing my 'zine stash some more.

We didn't get everything done that we'd hoped to, but it was a very good visit nonetheless.

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* GK is concerned about BC. I'm not the most observant person; I hadn't noticed that he's walking oddly, or how much fluid he's retaining in his legs (makes me look positively svelte) and based on some internet research she's afraid he's developing pulmonary hypertension. His dad had a heart attack before 40, and other members of the extended family have also had heart problems. He's defensive and denies anything is wrong.
.

Yesterday's adventures with GK

The thrifting happened, but as with so many things one wants!wants!wants!, it fell flat. GK was running around doing things with BC and his youngest all morning; it was nearly two when we hit the road.

Did the Rockledge Goodwill first. I was very selective; having just dropped off a shitload of crap, I was in no hurry to get more. My haul, courtesy of GK, was a red and black tribal print tee, a string of beads, a book and a candle-snuffer (The latter is going to church, as the one we had disappeared during a robbery).

GK said she was starving, so next came a side-trip to McD's. From there, we visited the Humane Society thrift, which was closing in ten minutes, and they all but shoved us out the door at the stroke of five.

When I'd dropped off some stuff there a couple weeks ago, I'd spotted a heavy-duty scale at another store, and GK was looking for one for BC*. We went there, but it was gone. GK, BCsDaughter and Bestie had more patience than I; I sat in the van and zoomed through the first 63 pages of my new book, "How Not to Make a Wish", drumming my fingers and wondering what the hell they could possibily find so enthralling in that dump.

We arrived at the Chinese Buffet at the same time as J. (CF was already waiting.) It ended up just being the six of us, very cozy, lots of girl-talk. We talked about GK's travels and our adventures in organizing my place. GK's dogs were a hot topic with J, who would love to get her hands on them to rehabilitate them. A good time was had by all.

Then GK and I, along with BCsDaughter and Bestie, went to the mall and saw Sucker Punch. (Which, incidentally, I think is a crap title, but I confess, I don't know what I'd call it.) OMG! Awesome, amazing, fabulous movie! We discussed it the whole way home, or at least until we dropped BCsDaughter and Bestie off at BCsDaughter's house.

Our final stop of the day was WalMart, where GK picked up a chrome link belt and got me a few perishables and a couple sundries. I have ample canned goods, but lacked a a few things like eggs, fresh bread, a shaker of parmesan, trash bags...and although it wasn't a major need, she also let me get another package of sheet protectors...maybe the package I *thought* I had will turn up---if I ever had them in the first place---but this way, I've GOT them and can work on reducing my 'zine stash some more.

We didn't get everything done that we'd hoped to, but it was a very good visit nonetheless.

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* GK is concerned about BC. I'm not the most observant person; I hadn't noticed that he's walking oddly, or how much fluid he's retaining in his legs (makes me look positively svelte) and based on some internet research she's afraid he's developing pulmonary hypertension. His dad had a heart attack before 40, and other members of the extended family have also had heart problems. He's defensive and denies anything is wrong.
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April 1st is coming

Snagged from elbiesee

On April first, let's post amusing, silly, and bizarre pictures, gifs, and stories! No lying, tricking, or fucking about. I think this will make the day genuinely fun for all of us.

April 1st is coming

Snagged from elbiesee

On April first, let's post amusing, silly, and bizarre pictures, gifs, and stories! No lying, tricking, or fucking about. I think this will make the day genuinely fun for all of us.