We’ve been gifted a truck. My grandmother decided to sign over her ‘95 Explorer to us over the weekend, on the condition that we get the Neon off the street and help with her doctor appointments. This doesn’t bother us at all, since we’ve got just about 2 free days during the week with which to help out. Nanny is doing ok with the chemo; she’s tired, but she’s got her appetite and her headaches and nausea are under control. I honestly think that it’s just a matter of time before she moves upstairs into my mother’s part of the house because her legs are just not working as well as they have done, and I don’t think she’ll be able to manage the stairs up to Mom’s for dinner and the bathroom much longer. Since we’ve now eliminated a main sticking point for us financially with this truck, we’ve started looking for a new place to live. Eddie’s been looking at trailors in Coventry; I’ll be happy with anything that will allow me to have a pet or two and doesn’t involve a nosey landlord.

Speaking of nosey landlords, Comrade came downstairs last night to give us notice that he wants to come in and check for window leaks tonight because his are leaking upstairs. Lovely. We did an assload of cleaning this morning, and Pickle will be spending a couple of days at Mom’s house because not only does he want to check the windows, but he has also requested that we not shut our door on Saturday because he’s painting the hallway and our doorway’s trim. Needless to say we’re not leaving the house on Saturday because I wouldn’t put it past him to exploit the open door and just pop in to look around if we’re not home. I wouldn’t put it past him to have already done so, locked door or no. Eddie left a note for him saying that tonight is not good, the windows are most definitely not leaking, and that if they were we’d let him know.

My boss was asked by someone higher up to have a “woman to woman chat” with me about my hair color. They admitted that they can’t take any disciplinary action about it because there’s nothing in the exployee handbook’s dress code that says that my hair can’t be unnaturally red, but they would appreciate if I could tone it down a bit and perhaps be a bit more professional-looking. There’s no rush to get it changed, so I’ve got a bit of time to contemplate what I’d like to do with it. I’m seriously considering going back to black and keeping the bottom layers red like I did a few years ago. I did warn my boss that the last time someone told me to tone it down it ended up being blue. She laughed.

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