The internet connection at home is down, three days so far, don't know why. Drat Blast. I knew that arrangement was iffy, which is why when we moved in I chose to have our own internet service. But now we just can't afford it. Stupid poverty. Oh well, at least we have internet there sometimes and then there's always the library (where I am now).
Just a few notes then since time is short:
KidTwo withdrew her application for the DEA job, this because it looks like her daddy will be sent elsewhere before the one-year term of that job is ended. She's going to try instead for a seasonal job (four months). All is set for her trip to the Galapagos in two weeks. Picture me almost-but-not-quite-because-she's-my-daughter-and-I-want-her-to-have-the-world-really-I-do green with envy. If she doesn't take hundreds of photos, I'm going to track her down and do mean things to her.
No news from this past weekend's visit down to the Bay Area.
Yesterday I brined and roasted a chicken that was almost as good as the one Dad did for Sunday dinner. Next week I'll try another one, adding herbs and onion powder to the brining liquid.
No direct deposit Tuesday. Didn't know why. Today found out why. Got my timesheet back in the mail; I had goofed on something, for only the second time ever. This afternoon corrected the goof and dropped the amended time sheet off in person, driving to the next town to do that. The paycheck from the new part-time job at least covered the car payment; I've never missed one of those yet and would hate to start. The credit union must absolutely love me, given that I'm supporting at least the cost of one entire teller with my overdraft fees.
Mom sold The Bug to NephewC. She had talked to me some time ago about who should get The Bug in the unlikely event that she really doesn't live forever (something we are all counting on). I told her that by right I should get it, as I'm the only one of the siblings who never crashed it into anything (every single one of the others did something to that poor car), but that I could never afford to keep it in the manner to which it has always been accustomed, and so it should go to NephewC, who could and would tend to it as lovingly as Mom always has. So she took action and sold it to him for five dollars! I love The Bug. Just sitting in the driver's seat instantly transports me back thirty-one years to age sixteen, when I learned to drive in it. (It's a bright yellow '74 Super Beetle, lovingly and tenderly maintained and just re-painted.) I'm going to try to remember to tell NephewC just whom he has to thank for that car--I need the Good Auntie-points.
Today I took KidThree to the social security office so we could get her disability checks to come in her own name instead of having me as her payee. That was about the easiest transaction we've ever had there, with a very nice man helping us and teasing KidThree that now she's eighteen, she has to get used to answering official questions on her own (she kept looking at me for me to do the talking). So nice to be reminded that not all civil servants are just warming chairs.
Time to go home now.