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Thank you all!
Thank you all for your generous donations to the Walk for Life! I met my goal of $100.
If you’d like to bump up your donation, just go to my donation page.
Here’s a photo gallery of the Walk for Life from the State newspaper.
Now all we need is a new bedspread….
Before and After: De-cluttering the spare room of 18 months of piled up books means the floor and bed are visible again!
Aunt Jim can’t bend….
I hurt my back Monday morning bending over (with my knees bent, mind you!) Three days and six chiropractic appointments later, I’m doing much better. But I’m still creaking around. Have you ever imagined how painful getting out of a car can be?
Still sluggish
This lingering cold will not go away! I went back to work Wednesday, but each day my body acts like a clocks which winds down slowly…. (you kids aren’t old enough to remember those.)
On the mend
Slow blogging because I’ve been sick. I was out three, no four days – Thursday through Tuesday – and I still don’t really feel well. My main concern is not getting anybody else sick right now – we’re so busy at work we can’t afford that.
But The Stand scared me….
Diet update
I don’t want to brag or make anybody feel bad or jealous or anything like that, but I just had to say:
I can still fit into the earrings I wore in high school.
Odd juxtaposition
Juxtaposition, Merriam-Webster.com
Noun
Etymology: Latin juxta near + English position — more at joust
Date: 1654
: the act or an instance of placing two or more things side by side; also : the state of being so placed
Example: I followed a post on how I hate the Post Office with a post on our lesson, which was all about love.
I hate the Post Office
I had an infuriating run-in with the Post Office Wednesday.
If I’m paying any bills by mail, that’s going to change. Their lack of customer service makes me want to stop sending Christmas cards.
I had to go by to submit my passport paperwork. I went to the one on Clemson Road, past the mall at Sandhills .
I get there at 12:15. I wait in line to get to the main desk. It’s 12:25 when I’m told, “oh, you need to wait here at this desk – he’ll be back soon from break. Since no one’s there you’ll be first.” There was no sign on the desk when he’d be back. Since I was told he’d be back soon, I thought, soon.
I waited (with a growing line behind me) until 1 p.m.
Then the clerk comes in, sits on his stool, stares at my specially done photos from Sears, and tells me oh, they won’t work. I get just a tad upset. He says – what’s wrong, you seem to have an attitude.
His exact words.
I let him know I’d been waiting for 40 minutes – there was no sign, no indication when he was coming back. The jerk tells me there was a sign. I said there’s no sign here! He told me he’d told everyone in line THEN. I was practically speechless. I wasn’t in line then. I calmed down enough to get the process done (all the while mentally composing letters to his boss).
I’m still stewing. I swear, if Strom Thurmond were alive I would storm his legendary constituent service office and beg them to find a way to get this guy fired.
But you know what just slays me about the whole experience? That I actually thought: “hey, there’s a passport facility near my office: I won’t have to go downtown!”
I thought it was a good thing. I was happy about the possibility of getting it all done during a long lunch break.
Ha. Ah, the irony. Me thinking a local post office branch, conveniently located to my work, would be convenient.
Notes from Aunt Gem 