blissmorgan

Last night I went and visited my parents for the second day in a row. This time it was just me, meeting up with my dad, and we went down to the harbor to pull the boat out for the season. Even though I no longer live with my folks, this remains a thing that he largely asks me to come and do with him, and I always say yes. We've done it together often enough, the putting in and taking out of the boat, that there's pretty much no need for giving instruction any more. We each know what needs doing, and we do it efficiently.

This time we did it differently, though. Rather than dad driving the boat in to the boat ramp and then me standing knee deep in the water with one hand on a bow line and one hand on a rail to hold the craft steady in the water while he went and got the truck and trailer to back down the ramp, we began with backing the trailer down into the water, and he went and got the boat to drive directly onto the trailer. It worked like a dream, up onto the padded rails in one shot, and with the new tiedowns he got we were on the road to home in record time.

On the way home, my car started making A Noise. It was basically awful, a sort of rattling that is louder when the car is idling. I pulled into a station, checked the oil, put some in Just In Case, and did a visual check of my undercarriage as best I could in the dark. Nothing is dangling. I made it home without incident, but since I am due for an oil change anyway I will be making an appointment, hopefully for Friday. My best guess is some kind of hole or disconnect somewhere in the muffler/exhaust system. I am not looking forward to how much that fix is going to cost me.

This is coming on top of me flubbing funds availability for a Comcast payment, which they attempted to take out twice and I got hit with a NSF fee both times. Forty bucks it cost me, and I am pissed that they tried the second payment without contacting me first, and I am even more pissed with myself for mucking up that funds availability.

Between this and the car, my savings is going to be shot by the end of the week, and a nice thing I was going to do for myself is going to have to get put off indefinitely.

Jury is still out on whether or not I'm going to buy myself payday flowers, because I'm really not feeling the love for me right now.

You, though. YOU are great.

Hello, Blisstopia.<3

It is cool and grey and raining here today; it feels perfectly October and I am loving it.

I am still sick. I was hopeful that the triple-punch of antibiotics, steroids, and hydrocodone cough syrup would knock out of my chest whatever demon decided to settle in there. Alas! Yesterday was the last day of both the antibiotics and the steroids, and I opted to fall asleep from exhaustion (at like 9pm ) instead of taking the cough syrup. The chest demon woke me up ten minutes before my alarm this morning with a fit of coughing such that I was jamming my face down in the pillow to try, in vain, to keep from waking Secret Agent Lover Man. Give that he stirred and that the coughing did not stop, I gave up the remaining ten minutes as lost and got up to get on with the day.

The Spawn all moved reasonably well through the getting-ready portion of the day, even with the extra wrench of me remembering at the last minute that it is Silly Hat And Shoes Day at school (why? I do not know. It is Middle School. Silliness is its own reason.) and needing to help Youngest out of his socks and shoes, find a replacement pair of suitably silly socks, and get him all kitted out. Middlest is wearing a giant spider with poseable legs as a hat. Eldest has what he is calling a Conquistador had that is really a matador hat - and he is wearing it with a tie-dye tee-shirt.

I am trying to remember what sort of things I wore during middle school, and whether we had any such spirit days. Certain things come back to me, but not yet any of that. I remember the photo ripped out of a magazine that I hung in my locker, and the project I did on dolphins being used by the Navy for code work and getting full color photos from the Navy to include on my posterboard. I remember reading Gone With The Wind in math class, and learning how to draw Donald Duck's face on the whiteboard, and how liminal the library felt. I remember planning to start a Babysitter's Club with my friends that never came to fruition. I don't remember any Spirit Days until high school, though.

Today is largely an open unplanned possibilityscape. Secret Agent Lover Man is off work, but alas, there will be no saving of the world because I woke to the discovery of the uterus cleaning house again, and he has a thing about Not On Day One. Instead, we will go out to a leisurely breakfast at Whole Foods, where we don't have to prepare or clean anything because we can hit the hot bar, and he's going to do some retail therapy. He has an appointment later to which I will not be accompanying him, and that I will perhaps write about in a non-public post Because Of Reasons.

I spent a little time poking into a corner of the internet I haven't touched in ages. I wiped the dust off my Photobucket account and turned up my collection of icons - some made by me, some made by others - from back in the days of Livejournal. Among other things I have an entire set of Princess Bride icons, and a slew of Firefly icons. I will have to look through and sort out which 15 will be most suitable for me to use now that I am on Dreamwidth. I suspect that a shift in the way I will be using this in comparison to how I used to use LJ will mean that I'll need some new icons.

New is good.

Hello, Blisstopia. <3