The parking meters in my new town are 25 cents for five hours, with a ten hour limit, and the meters are required from 9 to 5. Most of the houses in this neighborhood were built before cars, so none of them have driveways, and everybody parks in the street. According to my neighbors, no one ever actually puts money into the meters, and the police only come around and give tickets a few times a year, and those tickets are $5. What's the point of having the meters in the first place?

Sounds like something someone on the council voted in a long time ago to appease a vocal resident, but the police don't have enough time to support. Or, after they were put in by vocal resident, other vocal residents complained about all the tickets.

We'll add him to our twitter list. Thanks, Deena!

Continued ~ma for your brother, amyth.

More~ma as needed, amyth.

Yes, amyth. What they said.

{{{DEENA!!!}}} squish

Bankruptcy was actually an immense relief to Hubby and me ten years ago, though we didn't have a house at stake. Not being idiots with five cars and three houses, all we lost were debts, not like the weasels who were trying to weasel out of having to give up the boats and the big screen TVs and the water scooters et al.

Bankruptcy would have been more of a relief to me, 15 years ago, if I had included everything in the bankruptcy, including my house. I tried to hold on to my house and my car, and ended up losing them both a few months later anyway, because I was broke. (I got my car back, thanks to my sister, who paid off the note.)

I missed Deena again!

So we're in Vermont and just saw two vans for the Northern Paranormal Research society parked nearby. I knew I shouldn't have brought that Stephen King novel with me.

Grumble... grrr.

I called the apartment handyman earlier in the week to let him know I was taking Thur and Fri off, and to use that time to fix the handful of things that *still* need fixing from when I moved in. He replaced one of the two broken toilet seats, and fixed the leak under the kitchen sink. But spent HOURS trying to fix the hose for the dishwasher drain. I said on the phone it needs replacing. No, he thinks it can be salvaged. And yet, it took hours and it's still not fixed. I'm guessing it's a $15 hose. Rather than spend that money, he'd rather waste a ton of time. I'm guessing he gets paid more than $15/hr. But no, it's better to waste time trying to fix an old hose. And both toilets still have a slow leak through the flapper, so it's wasting water. And that doesn't count the whole list of stupid stuff that haven't been addressed at all. And when will I get a weekday off again? I have no clue. Grrrrrrrr.

Add to that, I didn't get nearly as much done today, because I had to wait for him to show up. And mom's coming to visit. Grrr.

t /first world rant