Every other day of the week is fine, ya. With apologies to Cass Elliot.
Is today Monday? Does a bear shit in the woods? Yes. My buddy Jim actually saw a bear doing that, in the woods, not sure what day it was.
So, its the first day of the week (apologies to Sunday) and first work day for sure. Emily has left for work with her lunch (turkey sandwich. Duh) and coffee. Taffy is acting weird, which always worries us because our dogs are old (like the grim reaper) and could drop at any moment. Taffy likes the attention but she is a little off. The not eating a treat is very strange.
I am sitting here, blogging, at the kitchen table. I just finished my nasty cakes and coffee. The day in front of me does not look like anything too exciting. Not sure it ever does, but things change as you go. I do need to contact the county planning department regarding the yurt. I got some conflicting information when I called them last week. I think an in person trip into the belly of the beast might help. I do hate dealing with county building departments. They are staffed by mean, churlish, and non-sentient beings. I hate them. They hate themselves. Their children hate them. Yes, true, and sad, they reproduce.
In 2004 we did a large remodel with new construction on our house. I was the general. I had to deal with the idiot inspectors and other county employees hired to make my life miserable. You woukd think their only purpose in life is to block progress. Wait, it IS their only purpose. Anyhow, my experience showed me how horrible these people are and how poorly they do their jobs. To say they dont care is putting it mildly. Its not a general don’t care, though thats some of it, they specifically do not care about their customers. At all. They dont serve us, their constituency, they serve themselves and the county. And thats it. They will be the first ones up against the wall when the revolution comes.
I will attempt, with all fortitude, to not strangle anyone there. Or yell at them, which I have done more than once. Or threaten them (is a promise of pain a threat?) any bodily harm. Though I may think all these things. I will not be armed even though these losers need threats and intimidation to just perform the duties of their jobs. You can probably see that this whole event will be daunting. I think the best I can hope for is a non negative outcome. Please, god.
Spent the day doing fun things. I went to UPS on the way to work. Had to ship Michaels advent gifts to him. Always an adventure. I ran into someone at UPS. A gal, mom of one of Marikas day care mates. From wayyyy back. Her son, at age 9 was also on one of the baseball teams I managed. She and I had a nice chat though she was somewhat flustered. Im glad her ability to recognize was better than mine. I knew she was familiar but thats as good as my brain gets without some help.
I went back to the house cuz I forgot something. A waste of 10 minutes as I still cant remember what I went home for.
Then to work. I got there about noon. Yeah, that late. And I got to tell you I remember very little of what I did. I tried to solve a problem with the payroll system. That finally got solved. I reeponded to four different IRS notices from clients. I HATE doing this, hate it. Hate. It. Least favorite thing I do all day. Though they are all done. Got two new ones today as well and an audit notice as well. The IRS never sleeps, except when they are working. I did finish one tax return but the client did not call to finalize and ok the results. So done-ish and not shipped.
Headed home about 630. Got home just after 7. Emily was very upset. Taffy has been acting very strangely and we are worried. I tried to calm Emily down. And give Taffy attention. Taffy is miserable. I have an appointment with the vet for 8am tomorrow. I hope he can do for her what he did for Jaxon.
I heated up dinner for us. Leftover thanksgiving plus turkey soup. I love turkey day leftovers!
For those who care, Emily has made tremendous progress on the jigsaw puzzle. It really looks like a picture now. She says she is fristrated but I cant figure out why. She will be done tomorrow, I can feel it.
Now I sit here and blog. Which is how I spend most evenings. I do feel compelled to record everything. And writing can be addictive. I never would have said that when I was in school. Ever. I still hate English teachers.
Emily has stopped jigsawing and is off to do some sewing. Its for Christmas, gifts and decorations and a special apron for a student. Yes, she has some skills.
After she finished her sewing it was back to the jigsaw. She wont give. But it is far closer. We went to bed with it still not completely done.