And the goings ons...
Apr. 5th, 2005 11:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisMy way-too-expensive cat litter chest is actually coming on Thursday! At least that's what the FedEx tracking number says. It comes unassembled. Assembly requires a Phillips or Robertson head screwdriver... Robertson head ???? That's a new one on me. I may hold off on assembly because of my arm. The guy who's coming on Friday to finish taking down the shelves and other stuff, may well get to put this baby together too!
I need to stop at the library on the way home.
The IRS still has not come back for their $$. It's been more than a week since the check bounced.
I'm poped out. Really. When I was a teenager, my family went to Europe and we went to the Vatican and we went to an audience with the pope (and about 100 other people). Not the currently dead one - it was a couple of popes ago. We are not Catholic. It was interesting like when a decade later I attended a Hari Krishna service when I was a reporter. That kind of interesting.
This morning Mom sends me this long email about how we came to get to go to that audience. The funny part is that her note started with "I'm glad you asked." I did not ask. She has no emails from anyone else who asked. Maybe my brother or sister called and asked her but since they rarely, if ever call, I doubt it. I'm thinking maybe her imagination may have asked. Or maybe she's speaking to the dead...
I need to stop at the library on the way home.
The IRS still has not come back for their $$. It's been more than a week since the check bounced.
I'm poped out. Really. When I was a teenager, my family went to Europe and we went to the Vatican and we went to an audience with the pope (and about 100 other people). Not the currently dead one - it was a couple of popes ago. We are not Catholic. It was interesting like when a decade later I attended a Hari Krishna service when I was a reporter. That kind of interesting.
This morning Mom sends me this long email about how we came to get to go to that audience. The funny part is that her note started with "I'm glad you asked." I did not ask. She has no emails from anyone else who asked. Maybe my brother or sister called and asked her but since they rarely, if ever call, I doubt it. I'm thinking maybe her imagination may have asked. Or maybe she's speaking to the dead...
