Posted on 12/29/2021 5:57:37 AM PST by Red Badger
I haven’t been able to warm up all day, so I’ll be heading for bed in just a few minutes, myself.
Tomorrow will be better, I’m sure.
Sleep well and stay warm!
Good morning. Jake got me up a couple of minutes before my alarm would have gone off. Cats are so helpy. I was bothered by a cough a few times, but it could have been worse.
Good morning. Happy Twosday!
We made it through the cold and snow and back to cold.
Our neighbor has run a 50 yard coax cable to the next building, I guess to solve the interwebs problem. But they came back on Sunday morning, after a week.
What a sweet floof!
Good morning.
I slept in.
It’s 29° out and I don’t want to go anywhere. I’ll just have to put on my Big Girl Shoes and do it anyway.
Maybe I’ll get some shredding done before I go. Haha.
High, they’re!
That Interwebs sounds really wonky. The WiFi here is iffy at times, but for the most part, it seems to be consistent.
I hope the outages in your area don’t mess with your job too much.
We bit the bullet and are paying for Spectrum, at least for now.
The Agency I contract for has given us all MiFi devices (they used to be called cellular hotspots) for when we were in the building since WiFi access there was so poor. I used that for much of last week.
Good Morning, I am glad that you survived the weather, and hope that you enjoyed your long weekend!
I think life was much simpler before the interwebs came into being, and now of course, we rely on it so heavily that if it goes down, we won’t even be able to communicate with our families, much less put fuel in our cars or buy groceries.
Everything is computerized these days. I have a nephew who has been “off the grid” for years, and I think he has the right idea. </rant
Happy Tiw’s Day, folks.
I went to my Weight Watchers meeting and saw parts of some familiar faces and most of us larger than the last time we were together, sigh.
James and Abbie will be coming by this evening. They’ve been stuck indoors with Covid, even though both have had shots, due to the nature of their work.
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Wowser.
FS came by to bring me a piece of sandpaper, and since he had some time on his hands, we went to the “revenue” office. On the way home, I noticed the name on the registration was the same as the person who sold the vehicle to me. It wasn’t MY name.
So we had to go back and get it squared away. The seller hadn’t gotten a new title, and instead, just signed it over to me. That’s not the way it’s done here, now. Evidently, some new laws have been enacted, and she needs to physically receive a new title and sign that title to me before I can register the vehicle as mine.
What an eye-opener. Thankfully, FS didn’t have anything but a minor fence repair to do today, due to a mix-up and delay on the bathroom job he’s doing, so he could spend an hour with me.
But he now has to get a new title for every vehicle he buys to repair, restore and sell. Unngh. Someone in the state assembly decided there was money to be had in transferring titles numerous times.
So here I am, wondering if and when I’ll ever get to drive my own car. I’ve officially named it, “Problem Child.”
Not too many people at the revenue office were playing the part of masked bandits, but some were considerably larger than I am. It’s a sign of being cooped up forever, I’m sure.
Before FS came, I washed down the cupboard doors. I didn’t feel like it, but felt it had to be done, and why not today? I washed them with the same solution I used on the walls, but used a paper towel to wipe off the excess water. The paper towels came away yellow-to-brown, so I’m sure that’s where the smell has been coming from.
Just before FS showed up, I was going to hang my clock, so I think I’ll do it now, before I get the ironing board out to make Abbie’s present presentable! If I can recall where I put the spray starch. :o|
You’ve been very busy. Why, we keep asking, does everything have to be so difficult? I need to call WW headquarters because we couldn’t figure out any way I could pay for the meeting (so I didn’t ;-).
I just typed up some more forestry and soil notes while listening to Steely Dan, which is atmospheric. I think I can take a nap while I wait for the Envirothon leader to tell me what to do next. She was texting earlier, but I didn’t understand anything. It could be just me.
The present is now presentable and is drying before I fold it. Once that is done, I’ll put the ironing board away and then fold the clothes that I took off the drying rack this morning, and then, I’m done for the day.
Well, sort of. I need to find a file jacket for my Problem Child. I could call it a Money Bucket, but that would infer that I’m getting something out of it. Not yet, my Precious.
There is a list as long as two pieces of string for the inspectors tomorrow, but I have no idea when, if any, of them will be addressed, now that we have no maintenance man. Still, I want it on record, and will ask, each month when I’m paying my rent, how soon they will be taken care of.
All you can do is keep telling them, but it’s sure annoying!
Good Morning, at least they were familiar faces!
Ugh, more paperwork, more fees (I assume)...
They will refund what I paid today because it was actually for the previous owner, who hadn’t had the title changed. So once it comes back to my account, it will have to go out again for the same thing. It just won’t be in any reasonable time frame.
She should be charged a penalty for wasting the time of my son, me and the employees at the revenue office. But we all know that isn’t going to happen!
You only think it’s annoying because you don’t live here. It’s actually inexcusable, from my standpoint, because I have to keep reminding them of things that should have been taken care of before I ever moved in. UNNGH!
I probably would let some of it go, but unless things change, this will be the last place I live. I want it to be liveable! I don’t want to feel frustrated for the rest of my time here because I see them every day and have to live “around” them until they’re fixed.
I think that sounded more offensive than it was meant to! LOL!
I just meant that it’s annoying from another person’s standpoint because it’s messed up. But when one has to live within the confines of the area that needs attention, it becomes frustrating and beyond the ability of the mind to reconcile. The stupid. It should hurt.
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