Signs of life.

Now have over 4000 words on the new Meviel story. Since the last one stubbornly refused to resolve itself (the draft I was working on a month ago) and it's only a 5-6000 word story, I regard this as hopeful.

Another Damned Learning Experience

Poor Sarcasm Girl! Today, when she went off to drop an employment application off, she was ticketed on the bus. When you pay, you're given a receipt, hereinafter referred to as a POP (for "proof of payment"). There are signs in the MUNI depots saying that roving inspectors may, at any time, ask you to display your POP, but of course we'd never seen such an inspector, and thought (frankly) that it was a boogeyman to frighten fare-cheaters. Even so, I'd always instructed The Young to hold on to their receipts, as a matter of good civic hygiene.

Well, now she's 18 and an adult under the law (but young enough to look like some kinda no-goodnick damned kid, I'm guessing) she has learned the consequences of not holding on to her POP, to the tune of $50. I think I'll go buy her a bus pass tomorrow. That, she knows she has to hold on to for an entire month.