Whee! I had to make a quick trip to the store and heard erinaceous on the radio on the way. Always a treat. I love how she sounds quite as adorable as she is in person.

I had to go to the store because I gave up on finding a box of ornament hooks in my boxes of decorations. Now that I have given up and paid the 70 cents for a new box I shall find plenty at home.

In more mememe since I am avoiding going back to work, the State Farm insurance inspector stopped by earlier today to examine my damage. He was a delightful young man from Austin. He is working 18 hour days trying to finish up so he can get back home before the end of the year.

He had worked Louisiana too and agreed that we were lucky down here. Most people are in the same situation as we are. The damage isn’t enough to get out of deductible range, but we have to put a claim in so we can be rejected and then apply to FEMA.

I have to say that the FEMA and insurance people I have met with or communicated with via email or phone have all been agreeable and helpful. I was reimbursed for a portion of the chain saw almost immediately. I’ve only recently put in the generator request and I should be able to apply for the home repair in about a week when I get this guy’s info back.

State Farm guy agreed with DH completely that we should do the repairs ourselves since the rates charged for roof and screen repairs are crazy. Also, the wait time is 6-12 months.

ita, thought of you today because Sports Chalet is having a half-off scuba certification course now. PADI. $75. Just FYI.

Back to wrapping gifts.

I got all teary today when the delivery guys plugged in my parents' new refrigerator.

This was after the shock and horror when the one delivery guy put the refrigerator ON HIS BACK and carried it from the truck and UP THE OUTSIDE STAIRS.

So, I've wasted the whole day (doing fun things, but there's still work to be done!), and now I'm home and sleepy, so I'm bailing on seeing Brokeback Mountain tonight, which makes me sad. Eh. After Christmas, when I'm working like a regular person, I'm going to need to go to the movies every night after work to try to catch up.

I shopped all day and only realized at about 2:30 that half of my shopping was for myself. (Fabric for the ugly chair, and also, there were groceries.) I am not done shopping for anybody for Christmas, but at least I am started on almost everybody. In that way where I never want to go shopping again.

On the upside, now I have a glue gun.

On the upside, now I have a glue gun.

Glue of the world, beware!

ION, I do have an eyepatch. I think I will use it while on a computer. (I still have good peripheral vision in my bad eye, so I'll continue to use it for other stuff.) I read that it's worse to have your dominant eye suffer a vision loss, but after a while the brain rewires itself and the good eye becomes the dominant eye. Hopefully that will happen to me (if my bad eye doesn't get better).

I've been reading a bunch of stuff online about my condition. It's like starting a new hobby - so much to learn! (and much of it conflicting)

I am done christmas shopping. Except for a watch. But no big. I had to brave fucking walmart because the BestBuy parking lot scared the living hell out of me. That's a first.

Now I have to do all the OTHER shit I needed to do this weekend. Groceries and hair are tonight. Cleaning and laundry are going to have to wait until tomorrow.

ita, so glad that the acupuncturist did something that WORKED. Now go find one to come live with you and follow you around.

I'm eating a&w fries and burger. This is, uh, the first nonbeverage food I've consumed all day. Which is kinda dumb, considering the torture I put myself through. Amazingly, no meltdowns.

I got all teary today when the delivery guys plugged in my parents' new refrigerator.

Awww. I'm glad they are one step closer to normal. And for some reason, I keep having fits and starts of a christmas song involving the miraculous arrival of the christmas fridge.... I don't know...

Thinking good thoughts Cashmere-wards....

Oh, speaking of presents, is there any little thing that would be cute to someone who's going to be teaching an undergrad class for the first time?

Glue of the world, beware!

Wait wait wait. Do you shoot at pops with a pop gun? Do you shoot at potatoes with a potato gun? Do you shoot at BBs with a BB gun? (Do I have any idea what BBs are? Oh, actually, they are ball bearings, aren't they?) No!

Okay, you might shoot at pops with a pop gun, but pops subsequently gets up out of his chair and gives you a whuppin.