Of Life And Love And Celebrations Deferred
Today's Writing Effort
Today turned out to be not as fun as I had hoped it would be. maxheadwidth had a hard morning and we talked a lot about it. Then we had to rush to get me to my SNAP/ET appointment on time. But we made it. And in a happy turn of events, I only semi-have to go every other week. It's all rather informal from this point on. Then I scurried over to Biolife and did my donation. Then it was on to Albertson's where I picked up my paycheck and dropped off a form for Rebecca to fill out for the SNAP (Office of Public Assistance) folks to let them know about my working situation. That probably means a reduction in my food stamps, but I think I can weather that okay. I've been trying to be frugal. Then it was off to the post office to mail a package for James. I also picked up a form to renew my passport in the event that I actually ever get to go anywhere. After the USPS, I went downtown to the ATM and got my Biolife money and put that and my paycheck into the bank. One more week of Biolife donations will see me back to having enough for two months of rent on my dorm room and storage unit. The other bills will get sorted out in due time.
After all my errands, James picked me up at my bank with Ethan and AJ and we went home to the new house. Bastion was there and still sick. But after Jenny got home from work, we all watched The Breakfast Club together. There were chores too, mostly laundry and dishes. James and Jenny went out to dinner with a couple of her friends and I stayed home with the kids.
I also got really sad. I didn't really get why at the time, but I think it's because today was supposed to be the day that James and I celebrated Valentine's Day/Lupercalia. But life got in the way. We're going to try for Saturday, but I have the feeling that it's not going to happen then either. Life just gets in the way. So I tried to keep the tears in until they left for dinner, but I couldn't and James saw that I had been crying and he was concerned that it was something that he had done. But it's not. It's just ... life.
Today turned out to be not as fun as I had hoped it would be. maxheadwidth had a hard morning and we talked a lot about it. Then we had to rush to get me to my SNAP/ET appointment on time. But we made it. And in a happy turn of events, I only semi-have to go every other week. It's all rather informal from this point on. Then I scurried over to Biolife and did my donation. Then it was on to Albertson's where I picked up my paycheck and dropped off a form for Rebecca to fill out for the SNAP (Office of Public Assistance) folks to let them know about my working situation. That probably means a reduction in my food stamps, but I think I can weather that okay. I've been trying to be frugal. Then it was off to the post office to mail a package for James. I also picked up a form to renew my passport in the event that I actually ever get to go anywhere. After the USPS, I went downtown to the ATM and got my Biolife money and put that and my paycheck into the bank. One more week of Biolife donations will see me back to having enough for two months of rent on my dorm room and storage unit. The other bills will get sorted out in due time.
After all my errands, James picked me up at my bank with Ethan and AJ and we went home to the new house. Bastion was there and still sick. But after Jenny got home from work, we all watched The Breakfast Club together. There were chores too, mostly laundry and dishes. James and Jenny went out to dinner with a couple of her friends and I stayed home with the kids.
I also got really sad. I didn't really get why at the time, but I think it's because today was supposed to be the day that James and I celebrated Valentine's Day/Lupercalia. But life got in the way. We're going to try for Saturday, but I have the feeling that it's not going to happen then either. Life just gets in the way. So I tried to keep the tears in until they left for dinner, but I couldn't and James saw that I had been crying and he was concerned that it was something that he had done. But it's not. It's just ... life.