Cloudy and overcast. Tyson's in the backyard having a great time running around. John II and his friend from high school are hanging out in the living room, and they're a hoot. Not the kind of hoot that I would want to join into, but a hoot to listen to.
Went with Bram to his company Christmas party last night. It was held at the Great Caruso, and they put on their "Christmas" show, which was just slightly south of dreadful. I don't want to impugne their musical skills, but the Salvation Army band's intermission performance was far superior, musically, to that of the ensemble. Their performance seemed less than enthusiastic, and two of them had noticeable pitch issues. The food there, as is customary, is average, and the facility is gorgeous.
Overall, I found myself wondering why Bram was smiling and enjoying himself. Was I that jaded and judgmental? The whole thing just grated on me; worse than a junior high school pageant. We got home around 9:15 and I put in the CD for the CPH Christmas show I organized - it wasn't me, Bram was then just astonished at how bad the performance we'd just seen had been.
The mutts are racing around the backyard, curious about Tyson's presence, and wondering where he is. Barney's peed about six quarts, trying to cover over Tyson's tracks.
I set up the Christmas train that, technically speaking, my father gave me for Christmas. I love eBay. It's just great - except that there's no Christmas tree for it to run around.
Next year, I'm closely following the new rule - don't buy it until you're sure it's indespensible. As in, life cannot continue without it. And, I'm having a post-Christmas clearance sale that's going to be based on the same principle.
The train, though, is lots of fun.
I have three different parties to go to tonight, all over different parts of town. I need to clean up Scarlet (or should she be Scarlett with two "t"s?) Her wheels are dirty.
It looks like rain today.
Working the laundry angle, and the cleaning things up angle, and .. all that sort of thing. I think I'll see if the Christmas train fits in front of the dining windows, running around the little aluminum tree in front of the window.
DJHJD
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Thoughts on waking up WAY too early
So, what is it that you can accomplish when you get up at 4:30 in the morning? You can fold the laundry, scrub the three months of tree sap and hunk off of the windshield, clean the inside of the car windows, wash the car, read all the email, the newspaper, the political blogs, watch your room mate come in from a late night sex date, get ready for work, leave for work early enough to arrive at 8:30 and start without having a back log of morning stuff to accomplish.
I love the new cube. The bright paint is fabulous, the layout is so much better, and it’s already attracting people – they come in and hang out with me again – it’s like the old days. Tomorrow morning, I’m going to bring in more stuff, more stuff, some stuff and some more stuff. Pretty soon, it’ll be just like home.
I got out ALL the rest of my announcements; tomorrow, I start working on Christmas cards and tax season announcements. People will be inundated with mail from me this season, I’m guessing.
I drove in to work this morning on the Katy Freeway. Let me repeat that, I DROVE on the Katy Freeway. I didn’t SIT on the Katy Freeway. It was quite the experience.
I also had fun today configuring my OnStar for the new automobile. More about the NAME for the new automobile in a minute. I re-set the oil monitor, figured out which version of the OnStar hardware I had, went to the website and downloaded a user’s manual, configured my most regular trip routes (to work, to New Vision, to the airport) for traffic reports, and set up my favorite ten airline stocks for stock quotes. What a HOOT. I’m loving the idea of using the OnStar for my hands-free telephone, which will require that I switch to Verizon service. My Sprink contract is up for expiration in a week or so, and I’ll have to pre-pay a year’s OnStar and sign up with Verizon for a year. I’ll drop my Sprint bill down to just a data card at that point, and see if I can keep my new Verizon account near what my current Sprint bill would be.
As Guy says, OnStar makes me horny.
I still have to add in all of my telephone numbers that I call regularly from the car into the system. If I get the Verizon service, I wouldn’t need to mount the Treo on the dashboard as I had it in the Buick. I’m also using the Treo while driving MUCH less. Like almost not at all, which is better.
Thank GOD tonight is Tom Time. I already warned him that he may need to use the jackhammer and chisel. Tomorrow, I also have a head rotation appointment with Dr. Rick.
Class tonight went great. Now, we’ve got our church board meeting going on. We’ll see how long this goes on, probably not past 8:30.
Not going to Dallas this weekend; Larry needs some recovery time, so can’t host me for recovery time. I guess it’s important that I be at home all weekend; Bram is doing training on the other end of the county this weekend; John has his friend Chad coming in from Michigan for the weekend. So, it’s either going to be pandemonium or it’s going to be solitary. I have enough accounting work to catch up on this weekend to keep me quite busy.
I’m wondering whether my feeling so crappy is a sinus thing. I’m thinking that could be the dizzy, headache, queasy, fuzzy feeling that I’ve been suffering from.
The weather bouncing up and down isn’t helping.
Bought a ticket to fly to Fort Myers for Christmas. I’ll be staying with my Aunt Liz; that will be great. She’s so much fun – by then, I’ll have my Sprint data card working, and can connect all around the country. Since I’ve dropped twenty pounds since my Dad’s birthday, that will give me a little breathing room.
After this week, I’ll have everything caught up with the old clients and will only have the mortgage work in front of me.
I’m really thinking about all the stuff I have. If I have to move, I think it’s REALLY time for a deep clearance sale – antiques, glassware that is never used, music, videos, DVDs, books.. I’ve already disposed of all of the clothing that didn’t fit (and was so old that it would look funny if I wore it.) I’m thinking of scanning in financial records as they come in and disposing of all of the paper; then storing it all on a DVD year by year. That would be a good end of year project, I guess – scan in the financial records that are left and then dispose of the paper files, which would reduce stored paper by one whole closet.
I’m liking the getting to work before everyone else again. Some of it feels sanctimonious; getting up and out before the youth in the house allows me to make them wrong for being so focused on partying and not working – Bram, of course, works about nine hundred hours a week, but I still get to revel in the feeling every morning.
It seems that this board meeting is quickly drawing to a close. Very cool.
Now, on to the naming of the new car. The ideas:
1. Bess (as in “Bess, you is my woman now.”)
2. Scarlett (as in “Frankly, Scarlett, I don’t give a damn.” Plus, the car is candy apple red)
3. Candie (it’s candy apple red, after all)
4. Bonnie (too simple – it’s a Bonneville)
5. Ruby II (harmonious with Ruby Tuesday – the alternative is Ruby Ruby)
So – vote! If you have other suggestions, make ‘em. Just click on that comment link right there (points.)
I love the new cube. The bright paint is fabulous, the layout is so much better, and it’s already attracting people – they come in and hang out with me again – it’s like the old days. Tomorrow morning, I’m going to bring in more stuff, more stuff, some stuff and some more stuff. Pretty soon, it’ll be just like home.
I got out ALL the rest of my announcements; tomorrow, I start working on Christmas cards and tax season announcements. People will be inundated with mail from me this season, I’m guessing.
I drove in to work this morning on the Katy Freeway. Let me repeat that, I DROVE on the Katy Freeway. I didn’t SIT on the Katy Freeway. It was quite the experience.
I also had fun today configuring my OnStar for the new automobile. More about the NAME for the new automobile in a minute. I re-set the oil monitor, figured out which version of the OnStar hardware I had, went to the website and downloaded a user’s manual, configured my most regular trip routes (to work, to New Vision, to the airport) for traffic reports, and set up my favorite ten airline stocks for stock quotes. What a HOOT. I’m loving the idea of using the OnStar for my hands-free telephone, which will require that I switch to Verizon service. My Sprink contract is up for expiration in a week or so, and I’ll have to pre-pay a year’s OnStar and sign up with Verizon for a year. I’ll drop my Sprint bill down to just a data card at that point, and see if I can keep my new Verizon account near what my current Sprint bill would be.
As Guy says, OnStar makes me horny.
I still have to add in all of my telephone numbers that I call regularly from the car into the system. If I get the Verizon service, I wouldn’t need to mount the Treo on the dashboard as I had it in the Buick. I’m also using the Treo while driving MUCH less. Like almost not at all, which is better.
Thank GOD tonight is Tom Time. I already warned him that he may need to use the jackhammer and chisel. Tomorrow, I also have a head rotation appointment with Dr. Rick.
Class tonight went great. Now, we’ve got our church board meeting going on. We’ll see how long this goes on, probably not past 8:30.
Not going to Dallas this weekend; Larry needs some recovery time, so can’t host me for recovery time. I guess it’s important that I be at home all weekend; Bram is doing training on the other end of the county this weekend; John has his friend Chad coming in from Michigan for the weekend. So, it’s either going to be pandemonium or it’s going to be solitary. I have enough accounting work to catch up on this weekend to keep me quite busy.
I’m wondering whether my feeling so crappy is a sinus thing. I’m thinking that could be the dizzy, headache, queasy, fuzzy feeling that I’ve been suffering from.
The weather bouncing up and down isn’t helping.
Bought a ticket to fly to Fort Myers for Christmas. I’ll be staying with my Aunt Liz; that will be great. She’s so much fun – by then, I’ll have my Sprint data card working, and can connect all around the country. Since I’ve dropped twenty pounds since my Dad’s birthday, that will give me a little breathing room.
After this week, I’ll have everything caught up with the old clients and will only have the mortgage work in front of me.
I’m really thinking about all the stuff I have. If I have to move, I think it’s REALLY time for a deep clearance sale – antiques, glassware that is never used, music, videos, DVDs, books.. I’ve already disposed of all of the clothing that didn’t fit (and was so old that it would look funny if I wore it.) I’m thinking of scanning in financial records as they come in and disposing of all of the paper; then storing it all on a DVD year by year. That would be a good end of year project, I guess – scan in the financial records that are left and then dispose of the paper files, which would reduce stored paper by one whole closet.
I’m liking the getting to work before everyone else again. Some of it feels sanctimonious; getting up and out before the youth in the house allows me to make them wrong for being so focused on partying and not working – Bram, of course, works about nine hundred hours a week, but I still get to revel in the feeling every morning.
It seems that this board meeting is quickly drawing to a close. Very cool.
Now, on to the naming of the new car. The ideas:
1. Bess (as in “Bess, you is my woman now.”)
2. Scarlett (as in “Frankly, Scarlett, I don’t give a damn.” Plus, the car is candy apple red)
3. Candie (it’s candy apple red, after all)
4. Bonnie (too simple – it’s a Bonneville)
5. Ruby II (harmonious with Ruby Tuesday – the alternative is Ruby Ruby)
So – vote! If you have other suggestions, make ‘em. Just click on that comment link right there (points.)
Humpy hump day
Okay, I'm going to say this for the cheap seats - I AM SICK TO FRACKING DEATH OF IRAQ DOMINATING OUR NEWS. Yes, I am. I've stopped reading even my favorite news blogs and summaries because ALL that anyone talks about is Iraq.
How about homelessness in this country? Or healthcare? Or the enormous deficits that have been racked up? Or the destruction of civil liberties?
Yes, we went in there (illegally, immorally and without any justification at all, even the MOST conservative individual has to now admit that the Iraqis had no weapons, no connection to terrorists, and definately no connection to 9/11.) So, let's just pack up what's left of our military hardware, write them a BIG check by way of apology, and if they decide to route the money into the pockets of those in power, it's no different from all the money we gave to Panama, and Iran, and Vietnam, and all of the other failed regimes that we've plunked into place trying to promote American colonialism and "our way of life."
Couldn't we have just cut the price on Starbucks, Coca-Cola and Madonna and taken over the planet THAT way? Leave the guns at home?
It's the only thing that's worked anyway.
I went to bed early, which necessitates waking up early, it seems. More wrestling with the housing issue in the 4:00 a.m. finance committee meeting. We settled that down, and worked on what it is I'd rather feel than the adreneline rush of a 5 year old wondering what comes next.
I'm sitting in the living room of this fabulous house, reflecting on what it was before I moved in - possibility only. Nothing worked. It was horribly dirty. The pool was green slime. The yard was a wreck. I've made it into something. I have such ideas for what more it could be; but, it's become something worthy in just these few months.
How about homelessness in this country? Or healthcare? Or the enormous deficits that have been racked up? Or the destruction of civil liberties?
Yes, we went in there (illegally, immorally and without any justification at all, even the MOST conservative individual has to now admit that the Iraqis had no weapons, no connection to terrorists, and definately no connection to 9/11.) So, let's just pack up what's left of our military hardware, write them a BIG check by way of apology, and if they decide to route the money into the pockets of those in power, it's no different from all the money we gave to Panama, and Iran, and Vietnam, and all of the other failed regimes that we've plunked into place trying to promote American colonialism and "our way of life."
Couldn't we have just cut the price on Starbucks, Coca-Cola and Madonna and taken over the planet THAT way? Leave the guns at home?
It's the only thing that's worked anyway.
I went to bed early, which necessitates waking up early, it seems. More wrestling with the housing issue in the 4:00 a.m. finance committee meeting. We settled that down, and worked on what it is I'd rather feel than the adreneline rush of a 5 year old wondering what comes next.
I'm sitting in the living room of this fabulous house, reflecting on what it was before I moved in - possibility only. Nothing worked. It was horribly dirty. The pool was green slime. The yard was a wreck. I've made it into something. I have such ideas for what more it could be; but, it's become something worthy in just these few months.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Foreclosure Tuesday
It happens every month in Texas - the first Tuesday of every month in every county in the state. Property which has been seized by local sheriffs for debt repayment, county tax authorities, judgment liens and, largely, all of the lenders who have declared their real estate loans in default, have tried to work with the borrowers for months to get caught up, and have finally decided to take action against the property itself to secure repayment of some portion of the debt.
Between 10 and 4 today, at the Harris County Family Law Center, a swarm of trustees and lawyers will be quietly reading the foreclosure notices, with buyers milling about, wanting to buy properties that they have seen on the public posting notices at least three weeks earlier. These buyers are looking for bargains, and in Harris County, the reputation for being able to find a cheap purchase at auction has now been replaced with a reality that the foreclosure auctions are a much better deal for the lender than for the buyer.
And, sometime today before noon, Mitchell will cease to own the house I've been living in.
Last night, I had to give this some thought. I went to bed, after achieving some sort of peace (and having to turn off the oven, because Bram went outside and stayed outside for 40 minutes rather than putting his pizza in the oven.) That got me about 20 minutes of sleep before John II's group came back in from the bar, thundering around upstairs like a stadium evacuation. With guitars. The was about the time that I awoke with some SERIOUS anxiety (remember last Wednesday?) I was processing how I was feeling, associating it with when I was five, and came home from Kindergarten and found that the moving van and my parents were gone. I was standing out in front of the house - and everyone was gone. What was I going to do now?
THAT'S how I was feeling. "What am I going to do now?" As in "I'm totally screwed, there's nothing left."
Repeating pattern. Good lord.
Looking at some other places tomorrow as a backup.
John II came and helped me move fully into my new cube. It's three times the size, has a window, has me facing people coming IN, and has much nicer colors on the walls.
Tomorrow, I have a whole lot to get done. This means early to bed tonight, so that I can leave for work early enough to get in a day's work before I have to go to Clear Lake for class and the board meeting.
I'm waffling on whether I should go to Dallas this weekend.
N8 is in town this week. He is talking about wanting to get together Thursday night. It sounds like another opportunity for him to get REALLY drunk and then accuse me of hitting on him again.
Again tonight I feel like crap. Watching this REALLY cute movie with the actor who was "Vlad" in "CAMP." He's so cute.
I'm loving the new car. LOVING the new car. LOVING. Oh my GOD.
Between 10 and 4 today, at the Harris County Family Law Center, a swarm of trustees and lawyers will be quietly reading the foreclosure notices, with buyers milling about, wanting to buy properties that they have seen on the public posting notices at least three weeks earlier. These buyers are looking for bargains, and in Harris County, the reputation for being able to find a cheap purchase at auction has now been replaced with a reality that the foreclosure auctions are a much better deal for the lender than for the buyer.
And, sometime today before noon, Mitchell will cease to own the house I've been living in.
Last night, I had to give this some thought. I went to bed, after achieving some sort of peace (and having to turn off the oven, because Bram went outside and stayed outside for 40 minutes rather than putting his pizza in the oven.) That got me about 20 minutes of sleep before John II's group came back in from the bar, thundering around upstairs like a stadium evacuation. With guitars. The was about the time that I awoke with some SERIOUS anxiety (remember last Wednesday?) I was processing how I was feeling, associating it with when I was five, and came home from Kindergarten and found that the moving van and my parents were gone. I was standing out in front of the house - and everyone was gone. What was I going to do now?
THAT'S how I was feeling. "What am I going to do now?" As in "I'm totally screwed, there's nothing left."
Repeating pattern. Good lord.
Looking at some other places tomorrow as a backup.
John II came and helped me move fully into my new cube. It's three times the size, has a window, has me facing people coming IN, and has much nicer colors on the walls.
Tomorrow, I have a whole lot to get done. This means early to bed tonight, so that I can leave for work early enough to get in a day's work before I have to go to Clear Lake for class and the board meeting.
I'm waffling on whether I should go to Dallas this weekend.
N8 is in town this week. He is talking about wanting to get together Thursday night. It sounds like another opportunity for him to get REALLY drunk and then accuse me of hitting on him again.
Again tonight I feel like crap. Watching this REALLY cute movie with the actor who was "Vlad" in "CAMP." He's so cute.
I'm loving the new car. LOVING the new car. LOVING. Oh my GOD.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Monday, Monday ... ver. "heck, I don't know."
Interesting day.
Drove in with the intention of being at the office by 8:00; well, you have to leave in plenty of time to make it there. However, leaving by 7:30 does provide one with a smoother traffic experience than does 8:30. It took me only 30 minutes to get to the office, even though I took the Katy.
Got to the office, set up my computer in the cube I half-occupy, then had to run to the doctor's office (doctor #1) for labwork. They actually a.) had the appointment booked correctly, b.) didn't ask me to pay again. They had a new, contract phlebotomist, who nabbed my blood sample without physical detection (how awesome was that?) and I was back at the office at 9:45.
Had a loan client at 10:15, which barely gave me enough time to drink a jug o'joe and have some oatmeal. I barely finished up with him and Chuck was ready for lunch.
I asked if we could drop off the new car at NTB to have the wheels balanced; Chuck agreed to follow me up there. Which we did. Except that Chuck's car also needed some work. So, we went across the street to Nit Noy for lunch. It took NTB two hours and twenty minutes to perform the four wheel balance/rotation that they said would take thirty minutes. Of course, when you pull the wheel off, set the tire/wheel on the ground and then make a call on your cell phone, then go talk to another employeee, then come back and make another phone call, then go pick up the unmounted wheel/tire and walk it over to the balancing machine, then make ANOTHER cell phone call, then attach the wheel/tire to the balancing machine, then make ANOTHER cell phone call, then have to re-run the machine to get the reading, then make ANOTHER cell phone call, then put a weight on the inside of the wheel, then set the machine to run and make ANOTHER cell phone call, then have to run the machine again, then make ANOTHER cell phone call, then unmount the wheel and set it on the ground, then vanish for ten minutes, then ..
I can understand why it takes so long. Of course, at $12/wheel, they're not burning up the profit center. I must say that she rides infinitely better, but this is the same shop that replaced Ruby's Dexcool II with plain radiator fluid and then looked at me with a blank stare.
Not that Ruby's radiator had huge warning stickers advising that adding plain radiator fluid would cause the planets to revolve backwards in their orbits and all life over eight pounds on earth to die or anything. Or that every GM car since 1938 has used Dexcool, as do all VW and Audi cars. And Ford cars, although they call theirs something different.
So, at 3:15, we trundled back to the office, me with my jug o' sugar free coffee creamer. We had a meeting with John about our web marketing, and I just did NOT want to be involved in the money conversation. It's not MY money, after all, and anything that I suggested wouldn't bind John, so why should I sit there making deals he can change after the fact? I've learned these things. I went to my half-cube, which isn't my cube cube because I can't get the desk moved from home nor get the cube itself re-arranged by myself, and I worked on the loan application from earlier.
Then, things got weirder. The client I was to meet for dinner went AWOL, the calls started rolling in, and I just wanted to go home and be quiet. That was clearly not happening. So, I made an arrangement to meet at the Dot Cafe at 6:00, and headed out by way of the UPS store. I'm loving this car. It's so fabulous.
Dinner at the Dot, and then I started heading home. John II had moved the Imperial out of the garage for me, and when I pulled into the driveway, I tried to program my homelink transmitter, but ran into the same problem that we had trying to program Bram's homelink. Bleh. At least it's in the garage tonight.
John II and his friend were hanging out and waiting for female companionship, and I was just wanting PEACE AND QUIET. They left quickly, though, and that was achieved for a short time.
Today's resolutions: Starting Jan 1, I'm charging a fee for practitioner counseling. And, I'm not taking counseling telephone calls during work hours.
So, now it's 10:30, and I feel like crap. I'm going to go to bed now, with the intention of spending foreclosure day at the office being productive. John II swears he's going to the office with me in the morning, and ten bucks says he doesn't get in from his outing tonight until well after the time that he'll be able to be up and functional in the morning.
Who can I find to help me move this stuff around? Maybe it will be revealed for me tomorrow.
Drove in with the intention of being at the office by 8:00; well, you have to leave in plenty of time to make it there. However, leaving by 7:30 does provide one with a smoother traffic experience than does 8:30. It took me only 30 minutes to get to the office, even though I took the Katy.
Got to the office, set up my computer in the cube I half-occupy, then had to run to the doctor's office (doctor #1) for labwork. They actually a.) had the appointment booked correctly, b.) didn't ask me to pay again. They had a new, contract phlebotomist, who nabbed my blood sample without physical detection (how awesome was that?) and I was back at the office at 9:45.
Had a loan client at 10:15, which barely gave me enough time to drink a jug o'joe and have some oatmeal. I barely finished up with him and Chuck was ready for lunch.
I asked if we could drop off the new car at NTB to have the wheels balanced; Chuck agreed to follow me up there. Which we did. Except that Chuck's car also needed some work. So, we went across the street to Nit Noy for lunch. It took NTB two hours and twenty minutes to perform the four wheel balance/rotation that they said would take thirty minutes. Of course, when you pull the wheel off, set the tire/wheel on the ground and then make a call on your cell phone, then go talk to another employeee, then come back and make another phone call, then go pick up the unmounted wheel/tire and walk it over to the balancing machine, then make ANOTHER cell phone call, then attach the wheel/tire to the balancing machine, then make ANOTHER cell phone call, then have to re-run the machine to get the reading, then make ANOTHER cell phone call, then put a weight on the inside of the wheel, then set the machine to run and make ANOTHER cell phone call, then have to run the machine again, then make ANOTHER cell phone call, then unmount the wheel and set it on the ground, then vanish for ten minutes, then ..
I can understand why it takes so long. Of course, at $12/wheel, they're not burning up the profit center. I must say that she rides infinitely better, but this is the same shop that replaced Ruby's Dexcool II with plain radiator fluid and then looked at me with a blank stare.
Not that Ruby's radiator had huge warning stickers advising that adding plain radiator fluid would cause the planets to revolve backwards in their orbits and all life over eight pounds on earth to die or anything. Or that every GM car since 1938 has used Dexcool, as do all VW and Audi cars. And Ford cars, although they call theirs something different.
So, at 3:15, we trundled back to the office, me with my jug o' sugar free coffee creamer. We had a meeting with John about our web marketing, and I just did NOT want to be involved in the money conversation. It's not MY money, after all, and anything that I suggested wouldn't bind John, so why should I sit there making deals he can change after the fact? I've learned these things. I went to my half-cube, which isn't my cube cube because I can't get the desk moved from home nor get the cube itself re-arranged by myself, and I worked on the loan application from earlier.
Then, things got weirder. The client I was to meet for dinner went AWOL, the calls started rolling in, and I just wanted to go home and be quiet. That was clearly not happening. So, I made an arrangement to meet at the Dot Cafe at 6:00, and headed out by way of the UPS store. I'm loving this car. It's so fabulous.
Dinner at the Dot, and then I started heading home. John II had moved the Imperial out of the garage for me, and when I pulled into the driveway, I tried to program my homelink transmitter, but ran into the same problem that we had trying to program Bram's homelink. Bleh. At least it's in the garage tonight.
John II and his friend were hanging out and waiting for female companionship, and I was just wanting PEACE AND QUIET. They left quickly, though, and that was achieved for a short time.
Today's resolutions: Starting Jan 1, I'm charging a fee for practitioner counseling. And, I'm not taking counseling telephone calls during work hours.
So, now it's 10:30, and I feel like crap. I'm going to go to bed now, with the intention of spending foreclosure day at the office being productive. John II swears he's going to the office with me in the morning, and ten bucks says he doesn't get in from his outing tonight until well after the time that he'll be able to be up and functional in the morning.
Who can I find to help me move this stuff around? Maybe it will be revealed for me tomorrow.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Sunday evening lockout
Church today was great (again.) Chuck made his reappearance, and everyone was VERY happy to see him. The talk was great (yay me) and the interaction was equally outstanding.
The sun was shining, I was in a new car, it was all great.
Yep. New car. Ruby's driver seat was giving out again, the suspension needed rebuilding, and it needed brakes. She had 101,000 miles, and I had to do something about it all. I saw this car on CarMax, and Friday night decided to just go up there and check it out. I never drove Ruby again after going out onto their lot.
CarMax was great; the financing blew right through, they gave me a lot more money for Ruby than I would ever expect, and I just traded it in, and put no money into it.
The new car needs a name.
After church, lunch at Barnaby's, then home for a HUGE nap. Now, I'm baking more chicken, John and I are watching the third Matrix movie, and I'm feeling like I should .. I don't know, re-arrange the universe or something.
My dad has seemingly enrolled the aid of his sister to get me to come out to Fort Myers for Christmas. I was thinking about it this morning. The logistics aren't difficult (thank you, Continental Airlines) but, is it what I want to do?
I have to think about that.
Tomorrow is the last day Mitchell will own this house.
What happens next? That's the question.
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