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Jul. 11th, 2019 10:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesI had a reasonably nice birthday, including a very large chocolate cake at work and a very nice steak dinner at Mooo. The service was amazing and the food was pretty good, but I wish I had had somebody to converse with. If I had, I wouldn't have heard the woman at the next table telling her friend how her children aren't speaking to her so she's not going to leave the fuckers any fucking money, and she can't decide whether to sell "one of the cottages." I am not terribly surprised that her children aren't speaking to her.
Anyway, came home and found one birthday card in the mail, and it wasn't the one I was expecting (Grammie called me on Tuesday just to tell me that she hadn't forgotten, but she hadn't had anyone take her to the post office yet either, so it's coming.). So I'm keeping an eye on the mail.
I really would have liked to get a washing machine pump for my birthday, but oh well. We can't always get what we want. Even beyond having a working washing machine, I want to put the kitchen table back where it belongs and get the stacked-up chairs out of the bedroom. (Although I was amused to find Lily sprawled out on the bottom chair last time the weather got awful for several days.) But I can't put things back until the washing machine goes back where it belongs, which doesn't make sense to do until it's done being repaired.
Just to add to the fun this week, somebody (or several somebodies) seem to have been having fun with my PCard. So now I need a new one. GRUMP. Insert recurring rant about how I never wanted one to begin with...
BUT. Today is the second Thursday of the month, so there's dive club, and it's a guy who has just recently dove the HMS Britannic, which is in 400 feet of water in the Aegean Sea, so it should be fascinating (as usual). And there will be beer, even though I consumed enough calories last night to see me through today and tomorrow. So there.
Anyway, came home and found one birthday card in the mail, and it wasn't the one I was expecting (Grammie called me on Tuesday just to tell me that she hadn't forgotten, but she hadn't had anyone take her to the post office yet either, so it's coming.). So I'm keeping an eye on the mail.
I really would have liked to get a washing machine pump for my birthday, but oh well. We can't always get what we want. Even beyond having a working washing machine, I want to put the kitchen table back where it belongs and get the stacked-up chairs out of the bedroom. (Although I was amused to find Lily sprawled out on the bottom chair last time the weather got awful for several days.) But I can't put things back until the washing machine goes back where it belongs, which doesn't make sense to do until it's done being repaired.
Just to add to the fun this week, somebody (or several somebodies) seem to have been having fun with my PCard. So now I need a new one. GRUMP. Insert recurring rant about how I never wanted one to begin with...
BUT. Today is the second Thursday of the month, so there's dive club, and it's a guy who has just recently dove the HMS Britannic, which is in 400 feet of water in the Aegean Sea, so it should be fascinating (as usual). And there will be beer, even though I consumed enough calories last night to see me through today and tomorrow. So there.
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Date: 2019-07-15 10:30 am (UTC)