If it’s not one thing, it’s another!
Things are limping along here. Tom took DP to the dentist, and Tom will coordinate getting Frank to swim practice, retrieving DP, and potentially getting the truck back from the mechanic. Meanwhile, I’ll load up everyone else and take them to Matthews, where Sally has a meeting with someone from the theater regarding a trainee position in light and sound operations, and then I’ll get them to the pool.
It’s also possible that swim practice will be cancelled for weather, but there’s nothing yet.
The bills have been “paid,” lacking only stamps to put the checks in the mail, and early in the morning, I’ll go to Walmart and get some grocks, then park in another place altogether. If Greg continues to follow me around, then I will know it is him that is the icky person and not just my imagination.
There are a lot of places around here to park, and push comes to shove, I can go park at my attorney’s house, which is just down the street from here.
Why in the world, after 11 years, would Greg decide to be a jerk to me? Normally, if something bothers him, he will talk to me about it, so this is really odd. Hmpf.
It’s overcast, now and my back is hurting a bit. But I did manage to get the pile of papers off my floor, though there are still plenty more where those came from! Tomorrow, when I get back from Walmart, I’ll do some more sorting, and after that, I should have enough to shred.
Moving to Utah is now taking on an entirely new meaning for me, with this latest episode of the parking variety. *sheesh* I really don’t need this.
It’s good that Sally is taking an interest in theater, doing something besides acting.
I read over the House Rules again, and still can’t figure out what the problem is. There just is no reason for me to be called in for anything. I was a military wife, living in base housing, for too many years to break any “silly-vilian” rules, as Igor called them. So this is curiouser and curiouser.