It turns out that--when I sent the check to my sister for my chunk of the property taxes--I transposed a couple numbers.
So the digits read $XYZ.AB and the ordinals in the written field read "EKS-ZEE-ZEE-WYE-WYE" or some such, and they wanted to make sure it was okay to change the number so that it matched the ordinals.
Which is fine. "Keep the excess, if any, as I owe you money anyway," I added. Just a stupid mistake and I don't f-ing care.
Besides that, however:
That crazy sister of mine in Maine? Drinking again. Drinking rum--which her liver won't tolerate--and doing crazy shit.
Okay: her 16-year-old son returned home (first I heard of this) and has been living there; but a week or three ago he had to barricade himself in his bedroom, and she spent all night pounding on the freakin' door.
Noooo, that's not self-destructive or abusive! Not at all!
So the kid has bugged out again--second time this year!--and things are, once again, afoot.
And here I was, all worried that my oldest sister was pulling some kind of "surprise inspection" crap--she's too busy to worry about that stuff right now.
So the aforementioned stupidity is about it for this week. That's fine.
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I got the grass cut, but I had to work for it.
My back--good God my back. All I'm doing is sitting on the damn riding mower and it's hurting and hurting and HURTING...and then I hit a bump that rocks the mower back and forth, left-right, and ZANGG!! OH GOD THE PAIN.
...guess I need to make an appointment with the doctor. *sigh*
Okay? I spent twelve hours over four consecutive days sitting on a motorcycle and it didn't hurt once, so WTFF!
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Dinner last night was General Tao's Chicken; and I don't remember much after that.
I tried to go to bed around 5-ish but my stomach clock wouldn't let me, so I ordered the Chinese food and was up until perhaps 8. (Oh--I did write some, that's right.)
Then I hit the bed like a laser-guided nuclear-tipped bunker buster; and except for a short period of wakefulness around 2 AM, slept.
Woke up at 5, got up sometime later--the rest has been blogged on.
The grass is cut, the stupidity is dealt with--hopefully the rest of the weekend is my own. Hopefully.