Kahlo at the DeYoung

Kahlo exhibit opening

I have been waiting for things to start opening in my area. Nothing has been open for months. Last week, things have slowly been opening, including hair salons and gyms.

I got the email that one of the museums will be opening soon. One of the first exhibits is Frida Kahlo, as mentioned in the above linked article. I thought I’d missed it when the museum closed. I’m so excited. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get there and start my adventures again soon.

Smog check time

I took my car in to get it smog checked. This is a car I don’t drive often, so it’s a process.

I had to jump start it, since I don’t start it often. I drove it around to charge up the battery. I figured I may as well get the smog check done while I was out.

I got to the smog check place and they took my car right away. I had to get back in the car, since the technician couldn’t move it. He didn’t know how to drive a stick shift!

Then, a while later, a different technician came to ask me for the paperwork from the last smog check. I have never needed it in the past, so I didn’t have it with me. It turns out that he couldn’t read a number on the catalytic converter, and he needed to document it. My friends who do smog checks tell me that it is not common practice to check the number.

I think that I will find a different station next time I need a smog check. These guys really didn’t seem to know what they were doing.

A couple of days later, I went to AAA to get the registration sticker for the car. The DMV computers were down, so I had to go back the next day. They only had one cashier open, so it was a long wait. I got it done, made a photocopy of the smog paperwork, and put everything in my purse.

I took the same car in for new tires a few days later. I told my mechanic about the issues. He wasn’t surprised. He told me a story about the valet parkers at Tesla. If they get a car that has a manual transmission and they don’t know how to drive it, they have to stand there with their hand up and call out “manual!” until someone is free who can drive it.

When I left the shop, I remembered the registration paperwork and sticker in my purse. I got everything out of my purse and into its proper place. I felt very accomplished.

The Magic Bag

My daughter asked for something from my purse.  I began digging.  I pulled out a textbook, then a clipboard.  Next I pulled out another textbook and some pens.   My kindle came out next.   I found my wallet and pulled that out too.

My daughter looked at me, and then at my purse.  She whispered “it’s a magic bag.” I told her, “yes, and I’m Mary Poppins.” She didn’t believe me,but asked for my car keys so she could look for the item in my car since the magic bag wasn’t spitting it out today. Yes. It was in the car. That’s why I couldn’t find it in my purse.

Going to the laundromat

I have had some strange dreams lately. I think my mind is on overload with all the changes that are going on. One of my dreams this week was about going to the laundromat. I got there, had all of my clothes and soap and such. I got everything loaded into the washer and found out that the machines no longer take quarters. They take slices of white bread only. Thankfully, 711 is next door, so I was able to go over and buy some bread, but wow, Brain. Where’d that come from?

Day two of classes

I still have no syllabus for my California history class. We did have a zoom meeting, so I at least know the instructor is aware that it’s not been published yet. Doesn’t help me with my scheduling, though.

I got the schedule for my communications class late in the day yesterday, so I don’t have that on the calendar yet. That’s a project for today. I do have a zoom meeting with that class next week, so I’ll get a better feel for that soon. We, as a class, have been busy with the group thread that is meant to be for us to get to know each other. It seems to be working.

I have been hearing a lot from my Film Appreciation instructor. It sounds like she’s ready for this semester. I was able to get the class schedule on the calendar and today is the first zoom meeting.

I think I’m ready for the semester, other than missing a whole class syllabus. I am sure that it will be published soon and I’ll get organized. It’s been an interesting start to the semester.

Wrong meeting

I had an errand to run today and I was delayed getting back. I had a zoom meeting scheduled for immediately after the errand, so I was stressing over getting logged in.

Thankfully, I had someone with me who offered to drive while I was on my meeting. I got into the passenger seat and attempted to log on. Nothing. I didn’t have the password, it seems. Try two. I had the password and logged in again. I was a few minutes late and the meeting leader hadn’t started the meeting yet. Strange.

I went back to the calendar and swore at the calendar because it wasn’t showing me the meeting that I was trying to attend. It was showing me a different meeting for a different class. Oops. I had my meetings mixed up.

Thankfully the meeting I was supposed to attend was just for me to listen, not to participate in, unless I had questions. I spent the whole meeting without my video on, muted. I did finish the meeting, but I didn’t have questions. My classmates decided to ask every question on every topic that the instructor emailed and then verbally explained. The instructor patiently answered while I was impatiently waiting for a question that hadn’t been answered two minutes before it was asked.

So much for day one of class.

Attempting to Blow My Nose While Half Awake

Once in a while, I wake up randomly because my nose is stuffed. It’s from allergies and dry air. I get up and go into the bathroom to blow my nose.

One morning, I was attempting to take care of my nose and then head back to bed. I intentionally tried to stay semi-asleep in an attempt to get right back into bed to continue sleeping. I wandered into the bathroom, grabbed a Qtip and attempted to use it to blow my nose. Well, that didn’t work, as you might have guessed. I had to wake up fully to figure out that I need a Kleenex to take care of this job. So much for falling back asleep right away.

Two hours and an application fee later

I am still planning on going back to get my bachelor’s degree. I researched early and waited and waited for the application date to arrive. It arrived last week! I was so excited to get online and actually apply. I didn’t get to it over the first weekend, but I wasn’t too concerned because the deadline is all the way in October.

I went online to fill out the application, with transcripts in hand. The first red flag was when it asked me if I was sure that my high school graduation date was correct. Was that an age crack?

After filling out which schools I had been attending, I had to fill in all of my classes from my transcripts. Because my original community college work/A.S. was so long ago, I had to manually type in everything. It took forever. The classes that I have taken recently were no problem. I started typing in the class numbers and it filled in the rest for me.

It still took me over two hours to get everything done. Then I paid the fee. I am just waiting to hear if I get accepted to the program I want.

I haven’t received confirmation that my application was received, but I got an email to verify my financial aid application. I filled it out today, and I hope to hear back soon.

Make him work for his money

When I was at the grocery store the other day, it became obvious to me that I had wandered in on the day that the employees were getting their bonuses. The younger employees were all getting in the checkout lines to cash their checks. It didn’t take long, but it was unusual enough to make me ask questions.

I ended up in line between two employees. One was almost finished cashing her check. The other was waiting for me to check out so he could cash his check. The first person finished and was chatting with the bagger while she waited for the second. The checker finished up my transaction and was I was paying when I heard the first person and the bagger start laughing. The bagger told the cashier to turn off the belt. The employee who was in line behind me was trying to endorse his check, using the conveyor belt as a table. He put the check down and tried to get his pen ready. The check would move along the belt. He’d pick the check up again. He put the check down. He tried to get his pen ready, and the check was down the belt again. He had to pick it up and start again. It was funny to watch him attempt this over and over. I looked at the checker and told her to make him work for his money. She offered to speed up the belt to make it funnier. I left, so I never knew if he eventually got his check endorsed. It was certainly part of my entertainment for the day.