I'm sure, sj. In the moment it makes sense to behave as if I'm flattered, but it's hard not to go home like "What did I just do?" When I would have learned to budget it was more like "Not enough is not enough," though I did spend way too much of my "wild and precious life," waiting for an errant twenty to show up on my bank statement, both because I thought I would find it and be Mature Enough(for what? Who knows?) and because I needed goals that social workers, in my experience some of the most literal people the United States has yet to produce, would understand. (Because, I guess I'd find all those twenties and not need government support anymore?) When I left licensed housing, I stopped trying to balance, but I bet I'd still be $20 short.

cereal: it would be funny to me that people think social workers could be visionaries for our legal system, if the stakes weren't so high for all of us. (I haven't met every single one, surely. some are probably quite gifted. I mostly meet the other ones, though. ) That think a "pretty *penty* is a thing. She's probably a bit deaf; I shouldn't make fun, but I'm just saying...not quite the thin, pink, line.

Timelies all!

Gary and I went to a concert Wed. night at Wolf Trap. It was a triple bill: Barenaked Ladies with Sugar Ray and Fastball. Serious late '90s vibe. It was hot and humid, punctuated by a nasty thunderstorm.(Outdoor venue, though we were in the pavilion so we only got some stray raindrops when the wind blew.) It was fun.