I got a call early this morning from the place that is taking the car for donation. After a couple of phone calls, I managed to schedule the car pickup for 4pm today!
I also made an appointment with the vet for Mini, who has an infected toe. She goes in tomorrow afternoon, but it’s on the books.
I still have a long list of things to do before my trip, but the big things are being accomplished. I have a lot of little things to do, but I can fit them in here and there before the trip. I did write everything down, so there’s a chance I’ll remember to do them.
I learned long ago that I need to write it down if I’m going to remember. Or text it. Otherwise, I end up stressing about remembering to not forget. If I can’t write it down right away, I count tasks on my fingers. I know that if I have four things to do, I’ll remember 3. I write it down the moment I can. I will forget. No question.
I had a saga with getting the license plate fix it ticket signed off. I got a bill in the mail today to pay the ticket. I am going to wait until tomorrow to call and make sure they received it. I suspect they crossed in the mail.
But, the other car issue I had was for the car that we have to jump start to move. It got to the point where it became evident that we needed to donate the car. It isn’t running and the battery is dead. It needs a complete engine overhaul, and the mechanic told me that it’s time to call it quits. OK.
The problem is, there was a radio in the car that has sentimental value. I have been waiting to donate the car until the radio is out. I asked a friend to help, and through a series of events, it didn’t happen. I asked a second friend, and he said he would, but he needed a couple of days. No problem. He was going to come last week, but found out that he needed a specific tool. Amazon carried the tool. Great!
I ordered the tool on Thursday morning. Saturday morning delivery was guaranteed. Saturday morning arrived and Amazon alerted me to the fact that the package was delivered. It was not. I was told to wait 36 hours before asking them to search for the package. So, I ordered another tool, since it would arrive Monday. I figured that I would either get the original package or the new one, and could return the other one. Both packages arrived today. I already printed out the label to return one.
I texted my friend and he was here within two hours. It took a few minutes for him to get the radio out, but it’s out! Now I have to contact the car donation place and hope they can come get it by Wednesday afternoon, so I don’t have to jump start it again for street cleaning. To be continued…
I have a charging hub where most of my electronics get plugged in. I am tough on charging cables, so I get new ones frequently. If I get the name brand ones, they charge quickly at first and then, after a week or two, they stop all together. I thought it was strange, especially since they were the name brand. These cables generally are white.
After the fifth or sixth cord stopped working, I realized why. There were small teeth marks on the cable. And then I caught inky chewing away while I slept. Only on the white cords.
I have all kinds of other colors and textures, but she only likes the expensive white ones. Caviar tastes, I guess.
My daughter and I went to the pet store to get pet food for the zoo at our house. We needed to get wax worms for the geckos and occasionally they end up dying before purchase. We’ve learned to open the container to make sure they are wiggly. My younger daughter and I don’t like doing this because the worms give us the willies. I informed her that since I was paying, she was going to open the container, not me. She very gingerly starts to open it. I start humming pop goes the weasel. She kept looking at the container like they were going to jump out at her when she opened it. When she finally opened it, they were all wiggly and there was no problem. She put the top back on, and I had pop goes the weasel stuck in my head for the next three days.
My coffee is colored F. I love my coffee. I used to take it very sweet, but I worked my way down to no calorie coffee. I really am not a sweet coffee fan anymore. If I go to a fancier coffee place, I get a nonfat latte. No sugar in the coffee. I tend to buy flavored coffee, though, so I enjoy the smell even more. Hazelnut, butter toffee, buttery caramel, etc. My co-workers always wonder what the sweet smell is if they haven’t noticed that I have my cup of coffee. I do drink just plain black coffee if that’s all that’s available, though.
The woman who normally runs our front desk at work also deals with many of the kitchen tasks. She had surgery and will be out for several more weeks. She’s already been out for several.
Yesterday, I went into the kitchen at work and found that the salt shaker was empty. I filled it and then I texted the front desk person, joking, telling her that she needs to drop by, since the salt shaker is empty and she needs to fill it. She laughed.
I mentioned to some of my coworkers that I had texted. Most laughed. One told me she filled it last time. One actually said, “Oh, I saw that it was empty, but I didn’t know where we kept the salt” Really? There are only a few cabinets, and it is sitting right on the front part of the shelf, in the cabinet above the sink.
At least some of us are self sufficient enough to figure out the salt shaker.