It is going to be warmer today, probably uncomfortably so, but at least it is comfortable right now. This morning I'm finally going to make it to church. I think. I couldn't wake up enough in time for the earlier service, which at first made me think it was a no-go for yet another week, then I realized they had a second service two hours later. That one I should be able to make. Fortunately their website says dress is casually and has many pictures of people in jeans, as jeans are all I have, and I only have one pair of those (and that pair has a threadbare seat--I can literally see through it). Maybe I will get a second pair of jeans today. The phone is already cut off and tomorrow I'm applying to a local charity for help with that bill and the auto insurance. Things are so bad all over that I've just given up worrying about it.
KidFour took her SAT's yesterday and said they were no problem, then proceeded to complain about this, that, and the other thing. She thought the tests were unfair in what they asked about and thought that deficiencies in American kids' performances were because this country doesn't value education. What a true product of American schools she is--it is all the system's fault and she doesn't have to take any responsibility for her education not being spoon-fed to her. What rubbish.
KidThree's uncle did not come yesterday for the bed. He will try again today. If he doesn't make it, I have a young man waiting for it (he answered the craigslist ad). The uncle doesn't get more than one extra day to come get it, as I WANT IT GONE. There is a room around it waiting for me to get it set up properly.
Right now I'm playing phone tag with a prospective client. This family wants a fair amount of household help (laundry, food prep) in addition to childcare, so it may be something I'm not willing to do. Their ad has been up before, at least once and maybe twice, so there is something not right about what they are asking, given the number of college students in town who are looking for this sort of work. It could be that the parents are awful, or that the children are awful, or that actual domesticity is not part of the repertoire for college students; or it could be none of the above but something entirely different altogether. The ad now specifically requests someone 'mature,' meaning, I take it, NOT a college student, and indicates a willingness to be flexible with hours, something that was not there before. That is why I chose to respond this time but didn't respond when I saw the ad before. The pay would be more than what we need here to get out of the hole and get things here fixed up, and goodness wouldn't that feel good. I left the last message, so hope to hear from the client today.
Finally--Hillary suspended her campaign. About time. I've been seriously annoyed by her and her campaign's constant harping that her losses had to do with sexism. There was a lot of sexism aimed at her, but so far as I could see, it all came from the Republicans, who were not the reason she lost. The Democrats didn't focus on her gender but on Obama's more positive message, Hillary's deliberate disingenuousness, and Bill's more bizarre statements. Obama beat her, fair and square, and that is all there is to it. It was close, her gender didn't hurt her, and it was a wonderful thing that it was so--good for all the women and girls in the country to see that a woman could be taken seriously, could be strong, could be attacked on the issues instead of gender. She wasn't owed that nomination by any means, no matter what she or her supporters say. She was a good candidate who came so very close but then was beaten by a better candidate. There is still plenty for her to do in politics back in New York.
Yesterday while lying in bed I came up with a sentence for the Bulwer-Lytton contest. After this, I'll look for a website to find out if that contest is still going on and if so how to send in my entry. Maybe that can be a new hobby. Although I don't think anyone, including me, can beat, "flick that Bic, crisp that chick, and you'll eat steel for your last meal."
And now to try to find a home for my sentence.
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