It’s Friday but it feels like Monday. Why? Because alarm was set for 5am. Yes, on purpose. Emily’s annual event, she has been hosting, at Tremont School. I know you are wondering, what is this Breakfast with Books thing? No, they don’t eat books. Emily, one extra early morning annually, sets up a breakfast for all comers, at school in the gym. All participants bring their favorite book to read while they eat the breakfast she made. Everyone loves it. At least all the students do. But, in order to have a breakfast before the 8am school day begins you must arrive very early to get set up. Hence the 5am call. So I get started early too. Marika has to be out the door by 630 so I would have been up early anyway. No matter.
I do all the usual stuff, just earlier than usual. Like making breakfast for cats, just kibble, very easy. Food for dogs, more difficult cuz each gets different kibble and one gets special canned and each gets a pill (one chronic one temp), breakfast for Emily which is microwave oatmeal. That’s a pain in the ass unless you have a giant bowl. The crap expands when heated and I have to watch it the whole time in order to not have an overflow. And, of course, I make coffee. Made extra cuz kid is home.
Emily was first out the door before Marika and before 630. Em claimed she was late. Marika and I had a quick breakfast and she was off. Had work in Windsor at 9. Did I mention she was offered a full time position after she graduated? Nice.
Now it’s not even 7. House to myself and almost all done. I took my time reading the paper. I have the time. Nothing worthwhile but it was very relaxing. Time for shower and then got ready for battle.
I have to pick up Michaels car at the body shop in Dixon. This would be his new used car. They were just doing a buff out of all the scratches they could improve. If we went any farther it would be a paint job. No. So I Ubered to Dixon and picked up the car and headed to Sacramento for the usual crapola.
I got as far as the parking lot at work. I was texting and talking on the phone for 15 mins in the parking lot. Last call from Kenny. He is my car electronics client. For the last 25 years. I had asked him to do some work on Michael’s car. Remove the janky video screen they installed in the console and put back the storage cubby that was in that spot. Also, yank all the wiring and accouterments that went with it. Anyhow, he called me and said bring the car I now have the parts. So I left work before I got to work. This day is looking up.
To south Sac I go. Not that far, under 10 minutes down the Cap City freeway and hwy 99.
I got there quick. Have not seen Kenny in quite awhile. So, we had a chat. Maybe 30 minutes. He is a favorite client without a doubt. Not sure if he is now the longest tenured client or not. But it’s close. We finally got down to discussing what we were doing to the car. Then Kenny gave me a ride back to the office.
Then I guess my day really began. What did I do? Usual. Nothing I get paid for. Still slogging through paperwork. Prepared my payroll. Saw one client who who came in to pay me for his return. Cash. Nice. At lunch another client came in and brought us Banh Mi. Very nice. She is a sweetheart for sure. Not much of consequence happened, all afternoon.
Kenny came by around 530 to pick me up and go get my car. It was back at the shop. We drove down in rather heavy traffic to his shop. He had done his usual excellent job on the car. He got the console torn all apart and back together. It looks great.
I got on the road. The traffic was horrendous, 2nd day in a row. Lucky me. It took over an hour to get home.
Nothing going on at home. Not even watching the Dodgers lose. They did. Yay. Emily just watching TV. We fixed dinner, usually we go out, but we went out last night. We made Asian chicken salad. Which is what we had last night. Strange. Was very good.
Spent the balance of the evening watching TV and blogging. And celebrating the Dodgers loss. Which made me very happy. I will have sweet dreams tonight.