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Evening Update

I dropped Flar off at the airport, filled up my car, then headed over to the post office to drop off some mail for Woodstream.


Grr. Argh. And it's not my fault! Dammit. While I was making the u-turn to pull up to the mailbox, some creep in a mercedes decided he could make it there first, and tried to breeze past my blind spot from the right. He didn't quite angle wide enough, and the right corner of my front bumper mashed in the panel behind his back left tire. I've figured out, reconstructing it, why I wasn't looking in his direction anymore -- I was looking to the left, in the direction I was turning. He got a flat tire out of the deal, and get this, had his car towed away.

There's a 2-3 square inch piece missing out of the "space age polymer" that's in front of my actual bumper -- the metal is showing through, and the turn signal is not properly securing anymore, although it still appears to work. It was hanging by the electrical connection when I got home.

I talked to my agent, and he says if I want to make a claim against the other driver's insurance, I'll have to wait before I get the repair made. I'm going to the body shop tomorrow to get an estimate, and then to the police department on Friday to get a copy of the accident report.

This headache I did not need. At least my car is drivable.


I picked up the boys, then deposited checks at the bank on the way home. In the sense that driving 5 miles past the turn for home and back is on the way. ;)

I'm so glad dinner was ready to stick in the oven. It meant we were able to eat at a reasonable time, even getting home so late. While it was baking, I had the boys take their laundry upstairs to fold and put away, so we'd have baskets to sort this weeks' clothes into. Before they got back downstairs, I went fed the dogs. Which meant bringing in the dog food I bought yesterday, that Flar left in the car. I suppose he doesn't consider the dog food to be part of groceries.

Flar called to say that his arrival time is being delayed a few hours, so he won't be calling when he gets in. I told him about the car, and he okayed my plan.


I got a call from Tigger's teacher today. They're making gargoyles in art right now. It seems that Tigger's art teacher thinks that Tigger has made his gargoyle anatomically correct. (And I'm thinking, what do we know about the anatomy of gargoyles? They're usually all hunched over, not showing...) Noone's upset. The art teacher is of course not offended, but she doesn't feel it would be appropriate to display in a class of 2nd graders. His classroom teacher doesn't even see it the same way (giggle, what *is* on the art teacher's mind?). But the two choices are to fire it (this is a ceramic piece) the way it is, but not display it with the other pieces; or allow the art teacher to "fix it." Ie, modify it so that it is appropriate for display in the 2nd grade.

Now, this is really amusing to me. Tigger is the most modest member of this family. He won't let anyone see him naked; he turns his head away if he realizes one of us might be changing clothes; he averts his eyes from the lingerie section of Wal-mart, for goodness sake. I'm positive this was not his intended interpretation of the piece. He asked to please have the teacher "fix it."

I'm speculating that the key part of the sculpture was intended to be a nose, or horns or something. Too bad I can't have before and after pictures.


After dinner, Critter loaded the dishwasher and Tigger rinsed the recycling.

Then I got them to help me sort this weeks' clothes. There's a load of towels in the dryer that includes a pair of jeans, and another load of towels in the washer. The next load will be another set of sheets. I've been letting extra sets back up and be ignored.

So, I've gotten the clean-and-ready-to-fold laundry down to one basket of Flar's clothes on the massage table, two baskets of my clothes by my bed, and a pile of work towels on top of the jacuzzi.

The water is running in the kitchen and all four bathrooms, and I'm hoping to have all the big water-based house chores down by the end of the evening.

I need to upload the pictures I took of the water garden. The fountain is completely frozen over, but I can still here water running inside. I may have to switch the pump off, though, with the temperatures we're expecting tonight.
I'm content to leave my clothes unfolded tonight, but I'll fold the work towels, and I think there might be a basket of clean sheets left to fold. I'll probably towels onto the jacuzzi top to fold as they're ready, and keep the laundry moving through the night. Which means as soon as I hand-wash the remaining dishes and get the work towels folded, I can get online to chat.
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