December 23, 2015

I’m not sure why I haven’t set up mini-coffee maker in the vanity area yet.  Mornings are chilly in this big ol’  house and wandering to the kitchen for coffee is odd.  There was a bit of a scratchy throat beginning, so I sucked on a Halls (sugar-free this time around) while I waited for the coffee.

As much as I enjoy vacation, I also dislike it because I can never accomplish as much as when I have work.  I work much better under pressure.  I had two clients this afternoon – we’ve had difficult connection due to extenuating circumstances.  My first task was to see if moving the modem would get me better internet service.  Considering this house gets fiber network (?) it is super slow in the bedroom, which is my now newly expanded office.  I unhooked the modem and…nothing.  And of course all my cables (I have at least 5) are buried somewhere in the garage.  So, there were three things I needed:  a cable, Christmas gift tags and returning the heating pad for Violet (she’s a tough tarantula) and getting a plastic dog shelter instead the deck.  Annie goes down-stairs to the big doghouse, but they need a dry area up here.

As I pulled towards my house, I saw a truck and a man in a fabulous top hat.   I was thrilled – the chimney sweep had psychically picked up my fearful thoughts and dropped by.  It was actually the handyman who does work around here, but he also happens to be a chimney sweep, which was super because he was able to check things out and assure me that the house would more than likely not burn down due to creosote issues.  The gutters were also cleaned out so tonight approaching storm won’t result in water pouring over like a small waterfall.

 

I wanted to drop off Brent’s goodies before going to work, so I headed over and noticed the landlord’s truck in the driveway.    I set the package on Brent’s doorstep and headed off.  At work, I saw letters from the BBS as to why I haven't gotten my numbers yet:  they need an official transcript (which I believe I sent, as it was sent directly from Brandman and said Do NOT OPEN- OFFICIAL TRANSCRIPTS,  but I could be mistaken) and a certain incident which occurred in 1991 when I was 19 and involved a car and some alcohol.  Our past never disappears.  After a 2.5 hour session  time, I needed to leave so Josh could go.  I have the fob, but I’ve not set the alarm before – I could finish prog notes at home – he had a gig at Powerhouse, so we left.  

 

  

At home. I began baking – well, mixing, actually.  I give people the cookie and they can bake it at their leisure.  I can’t believe it’s already Christmas Eve-Eve.  What the hell.  Heard from Victoria - she is giving me her room reservation in Chico for NYE.  2016 is around the corner, which scares the living daylights outta me.  I miss the 80s.

Pictures- How Mabi entertains herself; That beautiful Wicked Tree was gorgeous this morning; What the USPS delivered today; MIXING!!