Ugh... Thought I'd Feel Better!

So... I slept at a vaguely reasonable hour and soon I had some idiot at the door ringing the bell. It was a heater/AC guy looking for a house three blocks away! Makes me crazy... I get their mail, their luggage, their repair people... it's a pain! So then I tried to get back into bed.

Phone rang! It was telling me documents arrived. Yay. Asked for more info and promised another call. So I'm like... ugh. I think the phone rang again, I promised a call back after verifying something and did that. So that was the end of phone tag for the morning.

I decided it was time to go pay bills so I gathered things and walked out the door. Almost up the block, I thought... wait, you forgot the mortgage number! So after a brief battle with self, I came back at which time I realized I'd forgotten a couple of envelopes. Then it was off to the bank. I got to the front of the line and was told, "WAIT!," as the teller hurried to close his spot. Right. So then I got this really young appear guy who is trying to grow a goatee or something. There are maybe two dozen chin stubble. He's asian so facial hair isn't a great option for him. He kept asking me if I lived in this state and thinking... I'm just in your bank but really live on the moon! At least we got things settled and mortgage paid, and I loaned the estate more money. Yay, right? Ugh.

Then it was off to the post office. I decided to pay fewer bills by mail than I had planned. I'll save stamps and pay online or by phone. I got that done. Best part was another customer volunteering his language skills to translate for a guy who only spoke Vietnamese. Now, I have to say I'm shocked there was no Vietnamese speaker working at the post office in this area. That's just crazy! Anyway, the guy was not shipping a bomb in his ketchup box so I guess things worked out.

On my way back I got heckled from two lanes over by a black passenger in a white minivan with brakes so worn it was clearly metal scraping metal. Since I was crossing a street I was looking to see if there was a car coming to turn before I crossed. Paranoid asshole that he was, he demanded to know, "What you lookin' at motherfucker?" I ignored him, crossed and went on my way. As he went by he yelled something else but the only word I could pick out was "now"... I was sorry they made it through the stop light. I would've liked to hear more good cheer!

Now I am back, I had cereal. I resisted temptation to get piggy fast food although I could've been tasty! Duckie would've been mad at the piggy-ness. Kitty has come out of hiding and is lounging on the floor behind me. Maybe I will lay down.

Already money is draining... it never stops! My neck aches. It's been doing that a lot lately. :/

Mail was boring except I got someone else's magazine. Not sure where that street is so I put it back in mail for carrier to get. I took catalog to neighbor because he was curtain shopping and had mentioned store Mother gets catalogs from. He said he had ordered and because he did it today instead of yesterday it cost him $100 more. :/ The ones he ordered weren't in this catalog so no savings to be had there. Oh well. I thought I heard a wet street today at some point but neighbor said he did not notice a wet street. Maybe I was crazy or it didn't last long? Or I am crazy and it didn't last long too! Dirt was moist, but I sprinkled water on it an hour ago.

Now I am finishing with 'dinner'. Piggy food of three chicken strips. Kitty is on my bed. I was going to lay down but that's when mail came and made kitty nervous. She obviously can tell routine from strangers. This was different mail guy. I feel bad for kitty... so nervous by nature. It is her b-day month and I haven't gotten her anything really. Maybe I can get a new scratcher for her? :/ What else is going on... other than my nerves being shot. Infant nephew is six month's old. I think... well I did an e-card thing up and sent it anyway. Could be a day-early or maybe not. I can't even remember the random thing that made me think of it. Must've been thinking of Mother being gone nearly six months.

Even with money in the bank, I have the urge to dig a hole in the yard and hide in it. Ugh. Might call neighbor this evening to see if they'd like company if I don't nap or find other things to distract me.