big post!
Question for the masses before I make a post of any substance: If you received a notice from the state constable looking for a person who does not live at your address anymore, would you contact the constable to let him know, or let him figure his shit out on his own? I found a note from a state constable on our door today looking for someone who lived here at some point before I moved in 4 years ago. Since I’ve been here, we’ve always gotten mail for this guy a couple of times a year, which we leave on top of the mailbox for the carrier to take the next day (if it makes it into the house it either ends up tossed or I write “not here” and put it back outside), and we never see it again. Obviously the guy is wanted for something nasty, as the note specified this was a family court matter. On the flip side, he could be dead for all we know.
On to the post….
Eddie hates his job. He loves Stanley Burgers and their psuedo-poutine. He also helped me cut fabric this afternoon when the geisha’s juban material was sliding all over the coffee table. As of this very moment, the first part of the geisha’s clothes is pretty much done; I need to do a monior adjustment to the hem in the front, but other than that it looks great. And because the fabric is just that annoying to work with (because I just had to buy the most beautiful silky orange fabric) I made the obi as well, which is just waiting for some decorative stitching to be done tomorrow. For simplicity’s sake, the juban is sleeveless, as I didn’t want the added bulk of an extra pair of sleeves inside the sleeves of the kimono. Depending on what I get for homework, I’ll also cut out the kimono parts tomorrow, but I may or may not stitch them up, since sleeve holes are a product of the devil and I’m not sure I can handle them without a stiff drink.
I spent $40 on shirts and undies today. I needed a few long-sleeved shirts to wear under my scrubs, since I think that the classroom doubles as a meatlocker on the weekends, it’s just that damned cold in the place. And the undies are because I needed them. I tried on my labcoat and it fit fine; Eddie wants to play doctor in the worst way. And by worst way, I mean that he wants to bust out the rubber exam gloves and speculum for a game of Dr. Naughty and the night nurse.
We scheduled Pickle’s vet appointment for Friday afternoon. Tomorrow I’ve got to pick up Benedryl when I get Eddie, as it was requested that we give her a tiny dose to prevent what I like to call the insane ferret show, which boils down to Pickle bouncing in every direction, defying all laws of gravity and physicsin a psychotic ball of fur and teeth. Since I’ll be at the vet’s, Eddie’s will most likely catch a ride down to Mom’s after work, and I’ll just go there for dinner after our appointment.
And now, it’s time for bed.
Tags: crafty girl, game, insane, life, love, pets
October 4th, 2005 at 1:01 pm
I’d call him and let him know. I just moved and got the phone number of two people who are being hunted down by every collection agency in town. At first I’d just let it ring, but then they’d just call back again. I eventually started telling them they had the wrong number and it’s made my life a lot easier. You’ll probably end up getting some more notices…I say save yourself the headache. : )
October 5th, 2005 at 4:03 pm
I had the collection agentcies calling me about the former tenant. I gave them the phone number for the asshole I work with, so they call and bother all the time. :)