Meanwhile, It's a Busy Life
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madrobinsThis morning I rose, fed Avocado, then drove the Spouse down to SFO to catch a flight. He's going to visit his lovely parents.
Then I came home and gave Avocado a lift to school. Was thinking about which of my many chores to do first when the alarm on my cell phone reminds me that I have an appointment with the dermatologist in fifteen minutes. Uh...oops. Call doctor's office, tell them I am on my way, drive like hell toward downtown, and arrive, including parking, only 5 minutes late. Dermatologist removes a dodgy mole. Exchange of mutual cordialities.
Then to the bank to deposit rent and security checks from Lovely New NYC Tenants (yayayayayay!), and drop off 600+ Nebula ballots at the post office.
Then drive down to Costco to the tire center; one of our new tires has developed a slow leak. While I'm there, get a new card, as the magnetic strip on mine is toast. Then wait for tire to be repaired.
While waiting, post coffee and lemon pound cake at Starbucks, decide to take BART down to San Bruno where there is a shopping center and I can get a new charger for my cell phone. Also get some small picture frames for signage for Girl Scout Cookie booth (selling starts tomorrow! whooohoo). Pass Art of Reflexology and decide to get chair massage, and leave feeling just fine. Until I get a phone call from Costco: the tire has "so many holes they can't repair it." WTF? It's a new tire! Bought there! WTF?
Take BART back to Costco. They no longer sell the tire they sold us four months ago; had to special order it. In the mean time they've put the spare on. Don't drive over 50mph, and wait for a week for the new tire. I take the car home, take Emily to the dog park, and attempt to convey all this data to the far-away Spouse.
I'm kind of hoping tonight is really, really boring.
Then I came home and gave Avocado a lift to school. Was thinking about which of my many chores to do first when the alarm on my cell phone reminds me that I have an appointment with the dermatologist in fifteen minutes. Uh...oops. Call doctor's office, tell them I am on my way, drive like hell toward downtown, and arrive, including parking, only 5 minutes late. Dermatologist removes a dodgy mole. Exchange of mutual cordialities.
Then to the bank to deposit rent and security checks from Lovely New NYC Tenants (yayayayayay!), and drop off 600+ Nebula ballots at the post office.
Then drive down to Costco to the tire center; one of our new tires has developed a slow leak. While I'm there, get a new card, as the magnetic strip on mine is toast. Then wait for tire to be repaired.
While waiting, post coffee and lemon pound cake at Starbucks, decide to take BART down to San Bruno where there is a shopping center and I can get a new charger for my cell phone. Also get some small picture frames for signage for Girl Scout Cookie booth (selling starts tomorrow! whooohoo). Pass Art of Reflexology and decide to get chair massage, and leave feeling just fine. Until I get a phone call from Costco: the tire has "so many holes they can't repair it." WTF? It's a new tire! Bought there! WTF?
Take BART back to Costco. They no longer sell the tire they sold us four months ago; had to special order it. In the mean time they've put the spare on. Don't drive over 50mph, and wait for a week for the new tire. I take the car home, take Emily to the dog park, and attempt to convey all this data to the far-away Spouse.
I'm kind of hoping tonight is really, really boring.