Diem Carping...

I am not naturally a gardiner…

My mother had a green arm…

Me?

I am a technician at best.

However…

There is a patch of weeds that formerly occupied some 30 feet of land space adjacent to a fence that would be the perfect location for a square foot garden the kind my lady is interested in making a feature of her home.

So…

I have been digging….

And weeding…

and laying ground cloth.

Next step will be laying stone edging and building up the raised bed she wishes.

I can’t do much these days…

But a construction project like this I can do.

_{I hope she likes it…}

Getting things back to the oprder I would like them…

Drain the gasoline out of appliances and store them….

Add StaBil to the remaining supplies of fuel (good for 12 months now rather than 60 days as it is when it comes from the pumps)...

Collect and coil and store the extension cords (you know, he BIG ones that you need to run from a remote location to where you need to connect things)...

Run to the bank…

Get some supplies…

Next task… RESCREEN THE BACK DOOR!

Hooo Rah!

Its amazing what six days without power will do to your perspective.

Valuable items I used to take for granted:

ICE

GASOLINE

NON-PERISHABLE FOOD

INTERNET

PHONE

Things are starting to get better, but as I am still among the 100,000 or so local households without power, this is still an extended camping trip.

Could be a LOT worse.

There is a roof.

There are walls.

There is water.

And there is life for all I hold dear.

This is always a fun and entertaining thing to do.

It is the process by which you establish the new reality of your life…

impossible to attain, until the state has recognized the event, and Caesar has been accorded his fee…

We need…

Bureaucrats are in need of paper.

It is the diet that sustains their very existence.

Accordingly…

Drivers License from original state

Original Birth Certificate (Just in case the previous state was confused with respect to your being a legal citizen and all)

Original Social Security Card (Just like being an employee, and they say we lack a national identity card…)

Original Proof of Residency (This is always a doosy. Very hard to get one of these until you have a driver’s license. But you can’t get a driver’s license until you have one. Many people were turned away at the counter over this little detail).

I am document rich.

New fees due to budget constraints….

That’s nice.

The state is low on revenue.

This must be made up by…

People like you!

Uh huh.

My first license cost $3

This one cost twice what my last one did.

$21 out the door, and I get to have a new picture of myself.

It is official.

I can vote in this place.

I can drive.

and I can actually say…

I live here.

_{DMV means Department of Motor Vehicles in case you were curious}

that was passed to me by my attorney…

What can I say except…

This is one ticked off math major!

APARN is hosting the First Annual Pugs in Paradise Adoption Event & Grass Skirt Gala! on Sunday, 9/14 from 10am-3pm at Paws Resort and Spa on Shea for refreshments, games, prizes, raffles, Wheel-of-Fortune, play pools for pugs, and our fabulous foster pugs! We are invited to wear our best Hawaiian gear (and that goes for the pugs too).

Must start making Pug costumes immediately!!! I am stopping my Goodwill today to look for colored glass bottles for the bottle bush project. I will locate some Hawaiian print shirts (or something else Hawaiian print) that I can alter and make costumes for the Pugs.

Woo Hoo !!!

06/01/2008

08/10/2008

Morticia is 5 months old now and weighed 71.5 lbs last week when she was at the vet’s office.

Well, this can be a good thing and a bad thing.

The good thing was the free medical testing I got as part of the screening process.

The ‘bad’ news is that when said medical test results came back, apparently whatever I am doing as far as lifestyle and diet have the reult that I am too healthy to be a test subject…

ummmm….

Now what?

I had explained my personal dilemma in another post, and now I think I have made a decision, at least for now.

I named the horse. His name is Toby.

_{I wanted to name him Taffy, but my sweetheart man chose Toby. I thought it was so neat that we both chose names that began with “T”, so we flipped a coin to choose!}

Then, my guy started putting props on the horse. My dog even respects the horse, by not pulling at him and generally keeping his distance.

Everyone, please give Toby a big 43T welcome!

Today was a combination of trying to register as a medical Guinea pig, together with the stress of faxing information in support of my CLAIM. I did both.

Then the phone call came.

Call before 10am tomorrow to answer questions or the determjination will be issued without your statement.

Ok.

So I call.

Sorry I can’t talk to you now. Leave a detailed message including the name, social security number and who you are and why you are calling at the tone. Do not call if your determination date has passed. I will call if I need more information. Send an email to me at NAME @ DOMAIN.

All well and good.

Try to get the SPELLING of the NAME at the DOMAIN.

Due to privacy regulations, we are unable to provide direct contact information to state employees.

Aien’t life grand?