Another week of misadventures is now tucked away, history the wise crackers might say. Only, it’s not all tucked away. An appointment here or a paper to send in there, etc., makes the past still active no matter how long ago. Most important, it seems, would be the ATM card. It came. It was tried out and seems to be working as it should. While certain offices were closed today and some things could not be done, it’s possible the days ahead will be better as that was all clear Friday.
The residents’ association had a nice lunch yesterday. Those turn up every once in a while, but they aren’t all nice. The chance to not eat a pre-made frozen meal doesn’t happen often any more. It was spaghetti and meatballs, Italian bread, and two small salads, an adequate pile of well-made main dish was there. Older Friend not only took care of the ATM card stuff and got the rent money orders at the same time, he came again yesterday. The lunch lady came okay. Security calls okay.
Young Friend hasn’t been around for a while, but he expects a chance to come tomorrow. The weather has been nice, and with the ATM business fixed, it’s a good holiday, but Saturday was terrible starting near 5:30 a.m. with a weird phone call (not showing a number, just some alphabet). The clothes had to be changed twice. The lady across the hall kindly did some late night laundry. Perhaps the strain of the money matters until Friday contributed. It did contribute to more blurry time.
Each day may have much unplanned.