I do not understand how my socks are getting wet. I have good boots that I am pretty sure don’t have holes in them or leak. Yet…my right foot continually gets soaked. Maybe I step in wetness when I am not wearing the boot. And because the water might be warm, I don’t notice that my sock is wet. Then, later, when I take my boot off, and find my sock wet, I am confused. And unhappy. And I cry. Ok, I don’t really cry. But still. I don’t like wet socks. On my feet. Or in general. Just say no to wet socks!
Today did not go to Augustus’s plan. My plan was to do some dashing and then go look for a suitcase. Hahaha. I don’t think I will ever learn to not make plans. But, I do am able to adjust and to go with the flow, even if the flow is the opposite of my plan.
I did dash. And it wasn’t a great dash by any standards. Too many miles for too little money. Poo on Door Dash. And despite it saying it was busy or even very busy, I sat long enough to read once. And drove around for 20 minutes, two screen refreshes, without a ride, even though the app said that orders were flowing in rapidly. So I stopped. Fuck that.
At home, I had a little lunch. Yum.
Off to help JC with his phone problems. I thought it would be an easy fix. It wasn’t. The phone was well and truly bricked. Probably due to the new system software that Apple installed when he wasn’t looking. The screen wasn’t recognizing any touches at all. I even managed to restart the phone and still no joy. So we headed to the ATT store to get him a new phone.
Everything takes longer than one anticipates. Ok, not everything, but most things maybe? Anyway, I thought we would be in and out quickly. We weren’t. Somehow I had forgotten to write down the password to the gmail account that someone else had set up for JC. Go figure! I had to come back to the house and check my computer to see what the story was. I eventually found the email address, but not the password. As I was driving back to the ATT store, I recalled what I thought the password was. I was wrong. So, JC got a new phone. It works as a phone. But he doesn’t have his contacts on there because we couldn’t reset the password. He is supposed to get a message from Apple at some point telling him how to reset his password since it is an Apple issue. Which for some reason they couldn’t do at the time. Who knows.
Back at the house, I cleaned up the phone for him, hiding almost all of the apps and things on his screen. And went to plug it in, only to discover that Apple phones no longer supply a charging brick – the cord, yes, but the brick, no. And because JC has only had older phones, all of the bricks we could find were USB-A and we needed a USB-C. Sigh and grrr.
All of that took so long that I didn’t get a chance to go look for suitcases. Instead, I just had time to head to SM’s to help her check in for the flight I am driving her to tomorrow morning. To top things off, due to Augustus error, I sent myself the wrong boarding pass to print out. I need to clean up her desktop next time I am on her computer I guess. But I got home and rectified that problem without having to go back out to her house. Phew!
And now I am home. I am going to do some Duolingo and then head out to get some dinner. I am sure I could make a dinner at home, but I just don’t feel like it. Unless…maybe I will have soup and salad. I will check my soups. If I have anything worth eating, that’s what I will do. Save some money and save the effort of going to a restaurant, ordering and bringing it back (way cheaper than Door Dash btw).
Augustus for President: I ran into one of my fellow dashers who had said she was interested in volunteering for my campaign. She said she couldn’t figure out how to submit her information. I helped her to get to the Volunteer page. Hopefully she will really sign up. That would be the third or fourth person to sign up. Not that the other three have responded to emails from the campaign. Sigh.
SM also said that one of her son’s, who is a political consultant, was going to send me some discouraging information. She seemed happy about that.
Still Life 