tommyrot wins at weekend.
Mine was a mix of good and bad.
The good: Arranged a three day weekend to get away, visit the old home town, and see an airshow.
The bad: Fender-bender late Saturday afternoon. Left rear light cluster wiped out. Some of the leftrear quarter panel and bumper crumpled.
The good: No one was hurt. The other party was at fault.
The bad: Had to cut short the vacation.
The good: The car is still drivable, and got me home safely on Sunday. I still had Monday off from work, making it easy to get the repairs process started, and get a rental car.
The bad: At least one week, possibly two weeks, to get my car back.
The good: It was an excellent airshow. I got to see and do most of what I had planned for the trip, including my second-favorite barbeque.
And no one was hurt.
Yikes, dcp! Glad no one was hurt, but yikes!
glad you're okay, dcp. Fender benders suck.
Yeah, that's more than you need in one weekend, dcp. I'm glad you still got to enjoy yourself, though!
This being up at six and being home alone all day is a) tiring, b) strangely productive, and c) surprisingly lonely. When Stephen was home, it wasn't like we were sitting around canoodling all the time, of course, but I find myself opening my mouth to remark on something and telling the cats instead.
Amy, what is Stephen's new job? I saw you announce that he got it but I missed the details of what it was? Or did you not want to say publically?
It's ad sales with a newspaper, java. In Norristown, so a little farther away than is ideal, but hey. He was looking as far out as Allentown at one point.
So the flat tire from this morning? Turned out the little air valve thing had a leak so they fixed it and I did not have to buy a new tire! With JPL discount what I thought was going to be $150 was actually $18.
Also, because JPL lost the supreme court case, I have to give over my personal history to the gov't, and allow them to snoop through my medical records and ask me if I ever smoked pot or if I am now or have ever been a communist. I have to narc out my friends, too, by giving them their addresses so they can investigate me. Fortunately, we can use another JPLer, so I called Lori to ask if she'd be my Government Narc Buddy.
I don't have a Government Narc Buddy. I think I'm jealous.
Actually, I think my brother did have to give the FBI all of our names and stuff when he got to a certain intel level in the Navy.
I wanna be someone's government Narc Buddy
Kat, I didn't read it on NPR but the free local weekly paper did a write up on how it's effecting local Vermonters. It featured a woman who had to postpone treatment of her Stage 4 breast cancer and then switch to a less effective medicine with more side effects.
