As a child, in school, you learn the days of the week. Sunday Monday etc. But Sunday is the first day of the week. Or so I was taught. Well, why does that feel so wrong. If any day feels like the last day of the week it’s Sunday. Which makes today, Monday, the first day. Didn’t the Lord work all week and rest on the seventh day? Pretty sure that was how it worked. So when did it switch? It’s annoying to me though in the grand scheme of things, not that important. But I get to complain. That’s important.
Emily actually got up at 630 this morning. She always sets the alarm for 630 and then gets up at 7. So my whole morning routine got hosed by half an hour. She came downstairs with purse in hand and I was just finishing up making her oatmeal. She had to take it with her. Lunch was made, fortunately. I got her coffee real quick and handed it to her through the car window as she drove away. She stressed a little but did not get mad. Even she knows it’s hard to find good help. I could be fired, but never replaced.
The sprinklers did not run this am as they should. Just did not turn on. I checked the controller again, checked yesterday too. Could not see any problems. Monday is a run day for the system. Before Emily left, while she stood patiently waiting for her coffee/lunch/breakfast I mentioned it to her. She did figure out the problem. The date in the system is one day off. The controller thinks it’s Sunday which is a day off for sprinklers. Problem solved.
This morning I finally take my car back in to the shop. They had it before I left for Maine and we ran out of time and I grabbed it. The wheels were curbed and the TPMS is whacked and they will fix that. I got to have them check the cabin fan again, even though they managed to kick it into working, it’s making noise again. I just can’t win. This is the fan that the rats had made a home in. There is a previous post about it. I would like it completely replaced I think.
Shop just called. Alex, at Superior, says no loaner now available till next Tuesday. And I was so proud of myself for remembering I had an appointment. So now it’s next Tuesday. I can wait. I am trying to get my car “reset” as it were. It has 211k miles on it. And almost everything is back to as good as new. Except the things I mentioned above. And maybe add a supercharger. But, anyway, I have posted pictures of it. Truly a sweet ride. But I can wait, mostly because I have to. Next week it is.
First errand stop today is the PO. I have not checked the box since June. Notice in box: OVERFLOW. Sounds like a lot. It wasn’t. But there was a check. So I’m 120$ richer. I ran into Leah, Linda Barrett’s mom. Linda is our real estate agent. Anyway, have not seen her for awhile. Takes awhile to catch up. She lives a quarter mile from my house and I have to see her in town to catch up with her. Town is where I see my neighbors for the most part. Also ran into client Cindy at the bank. Now I have to go to her house to review some document or other.
Next stop bank. Cash check. Went to box to see if I left the passports there. I didn’t.
Off to Beckys. She cuts my hair. Need to buy shampoo. Place is empty. I have never seen her shop empty.
I guess I’ve never been there on a Monday.
Went by Cindy’s house next. She just had questions on how to deposit cash into the bank without raising the ire of the bank. A lot of people save up cash and then want to put it into the bank so it can be easily spent. Banks will question you like you are a criminal when you deposit large sums. So I get this question all the time. It seems our government would prefer that we not keep cash at home. Just one more reason to be suspicious of them.
After that I dropped by another clients office to review an old disputed notice from a creditor. Gave my opinion and left for work.
Got a text that my glasses were ready at the opticians. I went there before the office. They look nice. I had a pair of sunglasses and had Rx lenses installed. They look really good. 
Blue frames with (now) blue mirrored lenses. They are Italian. Like me. Italians are all about the style. Like me.
Finally got to the office at 120. Yikes. Too many errands run. But my appointment was at 130 so good timing. I finished up her tax return in record time. The rest of my afternoon so far is the usual: write letters, answer emails, check the mail, and phone calls.
I also got a call from my Dad. He is 87 and a pain in the rear. Anyhow, he sent in to some company his spit (yes, spit) to get DNA and ancestry info on him. But, that company does not issue reports on paper like he wanted. Only online. Stubborn old man refuses to get a computer or internet connection. Or cable TV. He still uses an antenna for TV and it’s lousy anyhow. When he signed up with the DNA folks he used my email. So who gets all the emails? Me of course. And who is sitting waiting for reports? Him of course. Can you see a problem? Anyhow, he called them several times about his report and he gave them his iCloud email which is wrong. And he doesn’t use it anyway. He finally figured it out. So I got the email saying reports ready. So how does he get them? No computer there. Well I can either read them over the phone or share them. I shared them. He got them in his phone. I spent fifteen minutes helping him get the emails open and 15 more getting the first report open. All while listening to him scream about it on the phone. It was fun. I probably would have dope slapped him if I’d been there. He is sane. But sometimes I am not so sure.
Anyhow, back to regular work. E Filed a couple tax returns. Called my attorney, he never answers, helped solve other people’s problems, ate lunch (soup). Doesn’t it seem like I am on the razors edge? No, you say? I said I’m an accountant not an astronaut.
Got a few texts today from Marika. She fell in her room, tripped over clothes on the floor. She has probably broken her thumb. 
It’s the right hand, which I think is obvious. Especially the knuckle. She is going to the doctor tomorrow. She says she can drive but I guess it is quite painful.
So I got home by 630. Michael has returned from Lake Nacimiento. And Kona too. Emily went to the grocery store and picked up tri tip steaks which I am about to toss on the coals. Probably cook some mushrooms and snap peas as well. It will be exquisite I am sure. Gonna go check my coals. So they are ready. Steaks on. 
Remember the ginormous lemons from yesterday’s post? This is what happened. 
They become lemonade. The juice is fine even though the lemons grew past the sell by date. I added a little whiskey just to make sure. I am sure.
You can only imagine how good these steaks were. Michael sautéed mushrooms and onionsnin a little red wine to top them off. We opened a nice Merlot and dinner. Hard to beat.
Been ttexting with Marika all evening. She is having trouble with a local retailer in Santa Rosa. She bought a washer dryer set used from a retail store. Full warranty. The dryer does not work. The gal that runs the place kept saying, for 10 days, she would send a repair man. She switched later to sending over a working dryer to replace. We are at two weeks. My daughter sits in her house waiting on this woman, like waiting for he cable guy, because she keeps making delivery appointments and not showing up. She is handling it but boy would I like to get involved. I may be a trifle more forceful than my daughter. And it is unconscionable of this woman to waste my daughters time waiting for her. So it goes. Maybe tomorrow.