The daily bits

[susandennis]

I just signed a permission slip for my mother. The very idea is cracking me up. The 'home' is getting ready for hurricanes and they sent me a form letter telling me that in the event a mandatory evacuation is declared, they assume I will want to come get her. These people are very good at caring for Mom. They are not so good at dealing with other stuff.

You gotta love that the default is that everyone will be picked up and whisked away... giant fucking oxygen tank and all... by people living 3,000 miles away...

Option B, in much small type at the very bottom of the form was 'I leave the evacuation up to the staff at Bishop Gasden because...' and then there was a line for me to write out the reason I was being a cold hearted neglectful bitch of a daughter. I'll let you imagine all of the responses I did not put on that line. Mom made me promise not to embarrass her.

But, now she has permission to leave without me should a hurricane loom... Now. Where's that report card - seems like I should get to sign it, too!???

I remembered to call my Deli to have them save me a General Tso's Chicken from lunch. Except that just now I flashed back on the actual conversation.

"King Deli"
"Hi, would you please save me a Kung Pao Chicken?"
"Is this Susan?"

When ever I get on the phone to him, the poor General Tso turns into Kung Pao. I think the deli guy by now, just does the automagic translation.

I have lots of things on order, as it happens. A cabinet for the bedroom TV, a hat rack, a swivel thing for the TV in the living room, that teddy bear knitting pattern (she shop owner agreed to mail it to me for a $1.35 instead of the $5.00 shipping fee), a new way- smaller-footprint-clock radio, and a new table lamp for bed reading. Oh and a shower curtain. I have tracking numbers for all but the knitting pattern and none of them, it looks like, will be waiting for me when I get home. Although FedEx Home (the cabinet for the bedroom TV) has fooled me in the past - delivering before it looked like they would on their website.

I think I do like the new personalizable home page... You suppose the ig is the 4th self? The ego, the superego, the id and the ig?

My neighbors downstairs - Barry and Rubya - spent a bazillion bucks and many months redoing their condo a couple of years ago... built in theater, built in waterfall, etc. etc. Lots o' fancy stuff. (My unit is 1,300 sq ft about and theirs is something like 2,000 - it's one of 3 flats that is bigger.) At the first of this year they decided to downsize and move to a different neighborhood so they put their place on the market for something like $450,000 I think. It stayed on the market and stayed on the market and stayed on the market.

Finally, a couple of weeks ago, they dumped their realtor and hired Scott (who lives just below me). He hired a staging company to come in and stage the place for sale. He planned an open house for this Sunday. Sherry and Lee and I were tres excited to get to see an HGTV-like show in person.

I ran into Scott this morning on my way out to get the bus and he said he canceled the open house. 'The second person that saw it, made a cash offer that very day.'

Crap. But good for Barry and Rubya. And Scott.

Interleague baseball starts today. I have never really warmed up to it. It's amusing to see our pitchers bat but not that smile gets erased when you are losing as many games as we are. But, at least tonight, we're playing at home so we can use real batters.

And, finally, along the lines of the special hell that letmesaythis enjoyed this afternoon... Dear Fellow Cubie, While the others in your meeting, I'm sure, appreciate your leaving your cellphone at your desk, those of us here in CubeVille wish next time you'd find that hand MUTE button!!! Or, at a minimum, see if you can find a ring tone that is less annoying?