Queen of Pentacles, Hear Me Roar
Okay, so I'm not as much a Queen of Pentacles as my dear mother, who came over for an hour and a half this afternoon to help me dig through stuff. Together we:
* Broke down and carried out the pieces of a broken bookshelf and moved a new bookshelf into place
* Emptied three more boxes and carried the wrappings out to recycle
* Took two plastic storage bins off the balcony and put them in her car to go in her garage
Hmmm. . . It felt like more than that, but it was a lot. The bookshelf transition really opened up the space, and allowed a lot of stuff to go up on shelves.
Now if I could only figure out what to do with my antique "queen's chair" that was one of the very few things I wanted from my maternal grandmother's estate. It needs to be repaired so someone can sit in it, so it's mostly taking up space -- space that I don't have right now.
I've started a box for "Papers to File" -- which is going to get scary. I need to figure out where I'm going to file what, and probably create new files. I have at least three or four different places to put files, and need to be sure I have some kind of system for what goes where.
After Mom left, I went to pay my water bill and was unable to log on to their site. A conversation with customer service revealed that the old account was closed because I'd moved -- and that I showed $500 due. Yikes! My Quicken files showed payments made -- with confirmations -- and it turned out that I hadn't properly updated my online records the last time I moved, so that payments had been credited to my previous unit. Argh! And because the account has been closed, they can't transfer the credits. They're sending me a refund check, which I can use to pay the last bill, which my apartment complex is supposed to collect.
Then I talked to my cable company, because my bill shows me as owing payment for renting a digital receiver that I don't have. They fixed that -- but an hour later I lost my internet connection. Sure enough: when the first rep corrected my account about the digital box, she somehow managed to take my internet offline. Fortunately that was quickly corrected.
Then I called the former MyCo to get help because my phone was suddenly telling me that I was almost out of storage, and I hadn't done anything recently to add new docs or photos -- and I put those on a memory card anyway. The rep -- as always -- tried to get me to do a complete wipe of my gadget's memory (which would have erased my third party programs like my Quicken register and my password vault), but I refused. Eventually I figured out that I needed to clear the temp storage and history on my internet browser. I hate it when I end up figuring out the solution for what I've called about -- and it's happened the last few times I've had an issue.
Now it's time to make dinner: garlic chicken and soba noodles with red bell peppers, with a dash of tamari sauce. Yum!
After that: a couple of episodes of Season Two Buffy with Wolfling. Things have gotten very dark and angsty -- not exactly great for my current mood challenges, but we can't stop now!
* Broke down and carried out the pieces of a broken bookshelf and moved a new bookshelf into place
* Emptied three more boxes and carried the wrappings out to recycle
* Took two plastic storage bins off the balcony and put them in her car to go in her garage
Hmmm. . . It felt like more than that, but it was a lot. The bookshelf transition really opened up the space, and allowed a lot of stuff to go up on shelves.
Now if I could only figure out what to do with my antique "queen's chair" that was one of the very few things I wanted from my maternal grandmother's estate. It needs to be repaired so someone can sit in it, so it's mostly taking up space -- space that I don't have right now.
I've started a box for "Papers to File" -- which is going to get scary. I need to figure out where I'm going to file what, and probably create new files. I have at least three or four different places to put files, and need to be sure I have some kind of system for what goes where.
After Mom left, I went to pay my water bill and was unable to log on to their site. A conversation with customer service revealed that the old account was closed because I'd moved -- and that I showed $500 due. Yikes! My Quicken files showed payments made -- with confirmations -- and it turned out that I hadn't properly updated my online records the last time I moved, so that payments had been credited to my previous unit. Argh! And because the account has been closed, they can't transfer the credits. They're sending me a refund check, which I can use to pay the last bill, which my apartment complex is supposed to collect.
Then I talked to my cable company, because my bill shows me as owing payment for renting a digital receiver that I don't have. They fixed that -- but an hour later I lost my internet connection. Sure enough: when the first rep corrected my account about the digital box, she somehow managed to take my internet offline. Fortunately that was quickly corrected.
Then I called the former MyCo to get help because my phone was suddenly telling me that I was almost out of storage, and I hadn't done anything recently to add new docs or photos -- and I put those on a memory card anyway. The rep -- as always -- tried to get me to do a complete wipe of my gadget's memory (which would have erased my third party programs like my Quicken register and my password vault), but I refused. Eventually I figured out that I needed to clear the temp storage and history on my internet browser. I hate it when I end up figuring out the solution for what I've called about -- and it's happened the last few times I've had an issue.
Now it's time to make dinner: garlic chicken and soba noodles with red bell peppers, with a dash of tamari sauce. Yum!
After that: a couple of episodes of Season Two Buffy with Wolfling. Things have gotten very dark and angsty -- not exactly great for my current mood challenges, but we can't stop now!