It's Thursday night. I am off work until next Wednesday.
A day later, and I am still getting some feedback on Wednesday's blog post. I thank you for that.
I have to get up early tomorrow morning so that I can drive to the auto dealership yet again. I spent hundreds of dollars just last week getting the car to pass its bi annual inspection. Days later, I noticed that there was a burned out headlight. I'm not happy about having to go back yet again to the dealership. They treat me well and everything, but I think I have paid enough.
Today has already been an expensive day. I had an eye test during my lunch hour and have prepaid for a new pair. Scratch resistant. Transitional. Progressive. Polycarbonate lenses to make them nearly indestructible. Other stuff I've forgotten. Even with my insurance plan covering some of the cost, I am still out hundreds of dollars. I know I need them and everything, but this has been an expensive month for me. I will have to stay home for the next month or so, sitting in my underwear, not bathing to save money on soap, not washing my hair to save money on shampoo, and buying some adult cloth diapers to save ,.. hmm, maybe going overboard. Cloth diapers are expensive. And washing them is a bitch.
Tomorrow afternoon, after I return from my interview with Mike Cranston, I will pack a bag or two and head to my mother's for a few days. My car will be full, laden down with hand tools and stuff purchased this evening. Someone on kijiji was selling a bunch of these things, and we made a deal that worked for all of us. It just remains to transport it all to my mother's garage.
As I stated before, my father didn't leave behind as many tools as you might imagine. He had invested quite a bit of money on power tools in his final years and had great fun with them. I had little idea what these power tools did, or when even to use them. We sold off nearly all of them after he passed. I am gradually replenishing the tools that I will need such as a good cordless drill and more wrenches and screwdrivers and saws. I will have fun finding room to keep that stuff in the garage.
It is getting late, and I have an early morning ahead of me. Guess I'll call it a night.
It's a ... oh, never mind! See you tomorrow!
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