Busy planning day

I started yesterday with a manicure. There was a woman there who had been kicked out of her previous salon because her kids were noisy. She was told not to come back with the children, so she didn’t ever go back. This was her first trip to the salon after that happened. Her younger daughter was in a stroller and was entertaining. Calling, “mom, mom, mom!” When her mom finally looked, she said “hi!” and then went back to “mom, mom, mom.” The people around me were entertained, not annoyed. They made comments about how it’s better than their teenagers, and that the girl was happy. No one was bothered

I finished before my daughter and went over and sat to wait. Suddenly, the girls started bickering and a hearing aid was thrown across the floor. I picked it up and brought it to their mom so it wouldn’t get lost. I talked to the girls. They quieted down. The oldest girl was 5 and they didn’t have school because of spring break. The youngest was three. The little one kept asking for her hearing aid, but wasn’t upset. Right before their mom was finished, the girls started bickering again and the little one started crying. My daughter and I waited for their mom to finish, and the mom started looking for the other half of the hearing aid. It was in the cup holder on it stroller.

We went to the place where we will have the reception after the funeral. We had lunch and planned the reception with my mom and aunt and cousin. We all pretty much agreed.

After that, we went to my friend’s house to get my dad’s helmet cleaned up for the funeral ceremony. We stayed and chatted for a while.

Then I went to the book signing, which I already posted about here.

It was an exhausting day, but very fulfilling.

Tonight’s accident

I was multitasking. As usual. With my daughter. Unloading the dishwasher. Unpacking groceries. Cleaning out the refrigerator. Composting. Recycling. Filling up bags to put in cans. Getting ready to load the dishwasher.

I had an accident. I dropped an open jar of olives into the open dishwasher. Thankfully, I had unloaded the bottom rack, other than the silverware. I hadn’t unloaded the second half of the top shelf, but I had most of it emptied. There was olive juice everywhere in the dishwasher. Only one olive escaped, though. Unfortunately, though, everything smelled like olives.

I did what any semi normal person would do. I stopped unloading the dishwasher and started loading it. I informed everyone that since all the clean silverware didn’t make it out of the dishwasher, we’d be eating with chopsticks.

Prepping for vacation

I have an upcoming vacation. I am doing the last minute things, even though it’s not really last minute yet.

I went to purchase what I need for the trip. I haven’t quite finished, but I got the majority done.

I tried to get a mani pedi done, but I ended up getting called in to go to work, so only the pedi got done.

I got to work and finished up on record time. Then I went to buy sunglasses for the trip. I am almost ready! I am planning on getting the manicure soon.

I also found a lot of memes and book related photos to write about when I’m away. I am sure I’ll have time to write, so I’ll publish when I’m back. At least I don’t have to think about what I’m going to write about. I’ll figure out other topics, too, while I’m away. Always thinking…

Finishing the license plate saga

After all the trouble getting the license plate and scheduling and rescheduling everything, yesterday was the day that I had to get the car to the police station to get the fix it ticket signed off.

I managed to get the license plate, tape, and cleaning wipes to the car. I found a good spot to attach the plate. I had been warned that the tape I used will be PERMANENT. No problem.

I got up to the police station and there were two women in the station already. They also had a fix it ticket to take care of. I overheard “Well, your fix it ticket is for not having the sticker on your car. Your sticker is there in your hand, so I can’t sign off that it was fixed, because I can see that it wasn’t. If it’s in your hand, it’s not on your car.” The response: “We left the car at home, so we wanted to show that we got the sticker.” Ummmm…. The very patient officer suggested that they go home and put the sticker on the car and then try to get the ticket signed. “but, the type of ticket you have requires you to go downtown to fix it, or over to the college.” Oh, boy… I was not hopeful that I could get my ticket signed.

The officer sent the two ladies on their way. I didn’t even get a chance to say anything and the officer took the ticket from me. “Oh, a license plate. I actually have to go look.” I told him to look at it as getting a walk and some fresh air in. “A walk? How far away did you park? Don’t tell me you left your car at home, too!” No no. It’s across the street about four cars down, parked perpendicularly. He looked at it. “Yes, there’s a plate there.” He signed my paper and I thanked him and told him to enjoy his walk back. He said that he was glad I didn’t go when it was raining.

I got home and copied the paperwork and got it in an envelope with a stamp. We even made it to the post office that same day.

Now, I just need the radio pulled out of the other car, and I’ll donate that. Getting stuff done! I am not mentioning the library books that need to go back before I leave on my trip.

License plate adventure

When I was in Vegas, my daughter texted me a photo of a ticket that was left in the car we don’t drive often. It never had a front license plate and there’s no place to put it, anyhow.

I also have a car that I’m going to donate as soon as I can get someone to take the radio out of it. It’s sentimental, not that it’s a decent radio or anything.

I messaged my friend, asking where I should take the car for the license plate, and if he knew anyone who would come to remove the radio. He said he’d do both on his next day off. Perfect!

I rushed around to get a new replacement plate. I squeezed a trip to AAA into my schedule. I got there, waited in line, and explained what I needed. I was handed paperwork and told to bring in the old plates. Oh boy! Now I needed tools to get the old plate off.

I figured it out and got the plate and the paperwork to AAA after getting all the info together. I turned over the old plate and got the new ones. I installed the new rear one. My friend cancelled. Great.

I texted another friend about the radio and the license plate. He said he could help with the radio, but had no experience with license plates. No problem. I called my mechanic to ask what to do, expecting him to recommend someone. “Heavy duty double stick tape.” I can do that.

So the next thing in the agenda is to wait for the rain to stop, then take the paperwork and car to the police station to get it signed off. Hopefully that’ll be tomorrow.

Driving vs reading

I listen to audiobooks in the car.  Depending on the length of the book, it takes 2-3 weeks to get through one, usually.  I don’t always have an audiobook going.  I sometimes make phone calls.  I sometimes listen to podcasts.  Sometimes, I have nothing on the radio at all, if traffic is bad.  I do love the Bluetooth in my car, though.  I get a lot accomplished.  Especially since my commute is long some days.

Last night, I was reading an actual paper book while chatting with a friend between chapters.  I was flying through the book, and I had mentioned it.  He told me that I would probably finish it on the way to work today.  I may be crazy, but I am not crazy enough to try to read a paper book on the way to work.

I have seen other drivers do some strange things during heavy traffic, and sometimes not so heavy traffic.  Read the newspaper.  Read a paper map.  Put on eyeliner at 80 mph.  Hold a cellphone while talking into it.  Write what looks like a shopping list.  Lots of nose pickers.

Yesterday, it was raining.  I passed three accidents on the way home.  The first was just a fender bender and the drivers were chatting at the side of the road.  Another one was car vs car.  Three fire trucks were on the scene.  The car blocking the right lane had a broken axle.    The next accident was a SamTrans bus, a commuter van, and a small car.  Everything looked ok, other than the bus diagonally blocking the two right lanes.  The police were on the scene.  Reminders to be careful and pay attention.

This morning, there was an accident on the exit from the freeway to work.  I was stuck for a bit.  When I got to the accident, the tow truck was there already.  The police were blocking off the traffic and just a few cars were passing the accident at a time.  On the left.  Just as I got to the intersection, a car decided to try to pass the accident on the right.  I am so glad that I wasn’t there long enough to hear what the police were yelling at him.

Definitely, no paper books on the steering  wheel on my commute.  I would like to finish the book tonight, though.  But not in the car.