Good pants move
Mar. 23rd, 2026 08:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisI washed the hemmed pants yesterday and put on a pair today. Very close to good but they need to go up a half inch more so I'm very glad I put the brakes on the project. I'll correct the rest.
Yesterday the pool seemed a little cool. Today I went down for a swim and it was FUCKING COLD. Turned out someone let the boiler go out. Nice. Not. I got a good 20 minutes in before I gave up the freezing ghost. Tomorrow's volleyball is now in jeopardy as it takes a while to heat the pool back up. But, at least it's a weekday/work day so the staff is here and on it.
So all this talk about proof of citizenship for voting got me thinking... I do not have a valid passport. I have an old one so I suspect that getting a new one wouldn't be a gynormous mountain to climb just a PIA and $. I've got no use for a passport - I ain't goin' no where. I have a birth certificate. It's a photo copy - literally a photo of the original. It was how they gave you copies of original documents in the olden days. Black with cepia colored text. BUT it reflects the name I was born with which is not the name I have used for the past 50 years. I do not have a marriage certificate. So I dug around in the Burke County, North Carolina internet of records and found me. Well, I found the book number and page number that our marriage was recorded on in the county records. I stopped there.
By the time Trump and his troops pass any law requiring me to prove my name and citizenship, and said law gets through the legal battles necessary to make it a reality, I'll be 109 years old or older and not being able to vote will likely not be up there on my top 10 list of things to worry about.
I am really sleepy for some reason this morning. I slept fine last night so I'm not sure what the deal is.
For some unknown (to me) reason, the fire door at the end of hall shut a little bit ago. Probably some alarm tripped somewhere. But, the main problem is that it's driving Jim Across The Hall crazy. He can't deal with the door closed. He keeps coming in to tell me it's still closed. I've taken him out there and showed him how to open it. He does not need it open. He's not going anywhere. But, still... I think this will be our theme this morning.
But, first, I need to read Bonny's newspapers and then get to hemmin'!
Yesterday the pool seemed a little cool. Today I went down for a swim and it was FUCKING COLD. Turned out someone let the boiler go out. Nice. Not. I got a good 20 minutes in before I gave up the freezing ghost. Tomorrow's volleyball is now in jeopardy as it takes a while to heat the pool back up. But, at least it's a weekday/work day so the staff is here and on it.
So all this talk about proof of citizenship for voting got me thinking... I do not have a valid passport. I have an old one so I suspect that getting a new one wouldn't be a gynormous mountain to climb just a PIA and $. I've got no use for a passport - I ain't goin' no where. I have a birth certificate. It's a photo copy - literally a photo of the original. It was how they gave you copies of original documents in the olden days. Black with cepia colored text. BUT it reflects the name I was born with which is not the name I have used for the past 50 years. I do not have a marriage certificate. So I dug around in the Burke County, North Carolina internet of records and found me. Well, I found the book number and page number that our marriage was recorded on in the county records. I stopped there.
By the time Trump and his troops pass any law requiring me to prove my name and citizenship, and said law gets through the legal battles necessary to make it a reality, I'll be 109 years old or older and not being able to vote will likely not be up there on my top 10 list of things to worry about.
I am really sleepy for some reason this morning. I slept fine last night so I'm not sure what the deal is.
For some unknown (to me) reason, the fire door at the end of hall shut a little bit ago. Probably some alarm tripped somewhere. But, the main problem is that it's driving Jim Across The Hall crazy. He can't deal with the door closed. He keeps coming in to tell me it's still closed. I've taken him out there and showed him how to open it. He does not need it open. He's not going anywhere. But, still... I think this will be our theme this morning.
But, first, I need to read Bonny's newspapers and then get to hemmin'!