vw, bless you for even starting, no matter how much more you can or can't do.

One-car family, I'm assuming?

When that car is running.

She could see if the physical-therapy place has a shuttle arrangement or something.

They don't. And, they live in Brookline (near Jamaica Way), and the wellness place is in Framingham. She doesn't qualify for The Ride.

I'd say back out of it as soon as possible, to avoid unpleasantness later -- say you have the time and energy to devote to helping her, but you were forgetting that you don't have the money. Your eagerness to help got the better of you.

That never happens. I'm probably going back to take care of her on Tuesday, so the husband can go to work. He's missed a lot lately, and they really can't afford him to miss anymore. I can take my laptop and work while she sobs. I think I may talk to the secretary at church tomorrow to see if there's any way we can set something up to help them with the ride situation, 'cause yeah, I really can't justify that.

Happy Birthday, askye!

First world problem: They don't sell Stephen Colbert's Americone Dream ice cream at the Ben and Jerry stores in scoops. You can only buy it in pints. I want to try it, but I don't want to have a whole pint, because I'm trying to eat more healthy stuff. A scoop of ice cream today is fine; a scoop today and tomorrow and the next few days too isn't.

Hil, that's just plain stupid.

vw, I'm sorry your friends are in a bad situation. You're a good person to be helping out, but don't overdo it.

We're back from the movies and dinner. Now we're trying to unpack the land of boxes. So far I've been able to get the new portable phones hooked up, while TCG is trying to put together the new over the toilet storage unit.

My main PC was down, so I missed LJ zombie day.

I retroposted. I hope that's okay with our zombie masters.

I expect you'll know whether your zombie masters are displeased when the rotting arms come thrusting through your window screens.

I've gotten two reports from the wilds of suburbia.

First, EM called and told me about Emmett's game in the tournament he's playing in Concord. The good news is that he made a diving play in the hole at shortstop, speared the ball, popped up and still threw the runner out. Bad news, a couple innings later he was coming off the field and had massive diarrhea in his uniform. Mortification ensued.

Then JZ called from her friend's house to tell me that her friend had offered to treat her to a new haircut. She asked for a brief rundown on stylist codewords which would encourage the stylist to be adventurous.

I have succombed to the lure of the Ben and Jerry's. They didn't have the Americone Dream at 7-11, though, so I got the Willie Nelson Peach Cobbler, which is quite yummy.

Look what else I did yesterday and today: [link]

It's not quite done, but I am just LOVING it. There will be two more rows of houses on top.