Another Week.

Yesterday I made it to the Unitarian church service. It was interesting. The minister did have the sort of almost-stoned, beatific manner of looking and speaking that I associate with many religious people: it is as if they truly are anesthetized to some degree. At some points, though, she did loosen up a bit and lose the soothing monotone. As for the congregation, it was VERY white and overall quite elderly. Next week, because the facility lacks air conditioning, the three services will be reduced to one, the earliest; I will try to get there again and to take a look at the congregation as a whole. Accessibility was excellent but there wasn't enough handicapped parking, and when the entire congregation meets at once, there really won't be enough. That might be a problem if KidThree wants to go with me some time, as much of the rest of the parking lot is gravel. Overall I think I did enjoy going. Certainly I was surprised when I got in the car and found that an hour and a half had passed.

Also yesterday KidThree's uncle came to get the extra bed. He was glad to have it. He and his buddy (everyone has 'the buddy with a truck') took quite a while to get here, as for some reason the uncle thought we lived two towns down the freeway. They overshot us by that amount and then had to backtrack. The uncle was disappointed that there were no cookies. I told him real butter and chocolate were expensive and to bring money if he wanted goodies. I hope he doesn't take me up on that; he not a man I want hanging around our home.

Today I get to start messing around in that room. Yippee! I am absolutely itching to get started. The vacuum is not working, so I'll just sweep the rug--that works pretty well. Then to get started on moving things around. KidOne is at work but has promised to help me move The Bed once she gets home. The Bed is not set on a regular frame with wheels, so that one person can scoot it around. It is on a heavy motorized frame and sits on flat feet, not wheels. Definitely a two-person job to get it moved. Then I can move the other furniture around and organize and decorate to my heart's content.

Financially, things are still bad. The delivery of the big city paper stopped and the house phone is cut off. The rent check should go through in the next couple of days; it will make the account overdrawn but should be within the limit the bank will cover without actually bouncing it. Drat this blasted poverty. I'm still playing phone tag with a prospective client who had posted an ad on craigslist, and I'm going to call in response to an ad placed in the local paper (paid up for a year in advance, thank goodness) by someone looking for a temporary sitter. Today I am going to contact a local charity to see if they will help with the phone and electric bills. Barack Obama can't get elected too soon for me. I know that won't put money in my poor, depleted checking account, but I'll feel better anyway.

The weather has warmed up. Right now it is early and so still relatively cool, but there isn't much of a breeze so the apartment isn't cooling off as much as I'd like. At least it isn't going to be over a hundred or anything that miserable.

And now off to do the dishes.

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