Classes started August 19. It’s now after Labor Day weekend. Three weeks into school or so. I can’t believe that some of my classmates are still asking if they need a textbook. Well, how are you going to learn about the subject if you don’t read the reading assignments? Yes, you need the textbook. The next question was asking if any of the classmates will scan the textbook and email her a copy. Ummm, no. That’s illegal. I am entertained by the questions, at least. Thankfully, this class doesn’t have a small group project included in the assignments.
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.
I finally got around to seeing Get Out. Actually, I was informed that I was going to watch it with my daughter.
I knew that the movie was kind of creepy, but I was under the impression that it was a full on horror movie. It was not. It was definitely a thriller, but not bad enough to keep me awake at night, since not much popped out me randomly.
It did give me cause to think, since it was about racism. It was done well. I recommend the movie. It’s worth seeing. Don’t be forced to watch it like I was. Just watch it.
Before I saw this comic, I hadn’t thought about how cats give information to the younger generations. Now I understand!
Do you suppose that the older cat here is named Maria? I don’t think I’ve ever run into a cat named Maria. I am sure someone has called a cat Maria at some point?
I loved the above linked article. The home owner kept getting alerts that someone was in his driveway, so he had to do something about it. Grab your chalk and do a little research! Build a racetrack.
I am glad the article went the way it did. There are just too many grumpy neighbors out there. I was impressed when other neighbors were using the racetrack. I loved how they showed the child improving over time. Stay within the lines, kiddo.
I do hope that the child’s mom does something nice for the racetrack owner. His driveway seems to be infested by neighbors. It doesn’t really put him out much, other than a little noise and security camera alerts. I hope they have fun.
Audiobook: I Capture the Castle
Kindle book: The Wendy
Book Stack book:na
Bookclub book: I Capture the Castle
Kindle Unlimited book: The Wendy
Audible book: I Capture the Castle
ARC book: The Cracked Slipper
According to the above linked article, these beauties actually exist. The description in the article tells about adding some sweet to your morning. Cotton candy or blue raspberry? That does not sound delicious. It does sound very sweet, especially with the suggested addition of whipped cream.
If I was required to add color to my breakfast, I think I’d rather choose green eggs and ham. Maybe I’m being too critical because I’m not big on sweet breakfasts? Still, I don’t think this one will be a big seller.
So you want to run a fundraiser. Your first step is to find a location. Your next step, if you’re the author of the above linked article, is to find the cast of The Princess Bride and have them do a reading of the script.
I love that they are all getting together for a cause. I’m just happy that they are getting together. Unfortunately, Andre the Giant will be sorely missed. I wonder how they are going to do that part.
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.
At my house, so many different things are used as cat beds. My favorite is the random paper bag taken from the bag of leftover shopping bags. The cats fight over it occasionally, but then one realizes that paper beds aren’t so glamorous and she finds another one. The cats will play in cardboard boxes, but they aren’t fans of sleeping in them.
Mini kicks people off of the kitchen chair when it’s her naptime. Inky will hide in the garage and we will find her on the pile of laundry.
Inky’s favorite place to be, though, other than on my lap, is on top of the refrigerator. She sits up there and watches whoever is cooking. She supervises and occasionally tosses out a bit of cat hair to hopefully not end up in food. I guess she considers it the penthouse. Thankfully, she doesn’t have to pay by the day, because then she’d be asking for money from me. Maybe we should have her get a job?