LuDean got her apartment away from here and will be moving in April. And I got a letter from St George that is asking if I’m still interested. So I will sign it and send it in tomorrow’s mail.
Since LuDean put in her application in St George, too, she got the same letter, but since she’s moving elsewhere, she will tell them no. So now, there are only 29 people ahead of me! I will call in May and see where I am on the list, then again in July. Sooner or later, my name will be second on the list and they will have me come up for an interview. *sigh*
I have to be patient.
When I was at Wally’s this morning, I had lunchmeat on my list but walked out without it. Tomorrow, I will go to Walgreen’s and get my steroid, and stop at Albertson’s for some lunchmeat. I won’t go to Wally’s. I hate self-check even more than I did when they first came out with the idea.
It now appears as if I can put gas in the truck or get my hair cut, and the practicality will win. Gasoline.
I’ve been baking cookies and making refrigerator magnets, which we will offer-for-a-donation along with the cookies. Kathleen has come down with something and has a fever; I gave her a dose of Tylenol and let her go back to bed. In less than an hour we’ll be off to our non-sale.
Bill is going try to change the oil in the BMW.