Day I did almost nothing.

I cannot solve most of the world's problems on my own. I won't even try.
I actually don't even want to solve the problems that are mounting in my own life. I actually think they should solve themselves... or rather the people who are responsible for them should step up...
I refer, at this very moment, to the auto body shop employed by the dealership forced upon me by my Insurance Company... to whit: you may have your car repaired anywhere you want... but, towing coverage will pay for your car to be towed to the nearest available dealership - in my case Honda, as that is the make of my car.
So... I break down 100 miles from Dallas in the quaint hamlet of St. Jo, Texas (actually, that's a lie, I spun off a dirt road into a ditch where my radiator was punctured. The puncture rendered the car un-drivable. The front end of this car is made of plastic, which does not protect the radiator. But I digress).
It's Midnight, I am 1/4 mile from camp and 3.3/4 miles from town. Not to mention, this town has no 24-hour establishments (and only 992 people) and I am at least 16.3/4 miles from cellphone coverage.
I walk back to camp.
The next day (OK, it's the same day, but stay with me here) I get a ride to town where I get a wrecker to come out and then call my insurance - which tells me to have it towed to the nearest Honda dealership which is, over 30 miles away at $5 a mile.
It arrives at said dealership on Saturday in the late evening and I am assured that the adjuster will be out on Monday to see it.
But the dealership doesn't have a body shop... so the shop the dealer always contracts with needs permission to break down the car - but doesn't have long-distance to call me and ask my permission. So, on Wednesday, I track down my car and give the body shop permission for the breakdown. The adjuster has yet to look at the car.
Today is Friday, and today they finally got the car towed to the body shop (apparently it takes 2 days for such things in a college town about to let out for the year).
Anyway, the adjuster still hasn't looked at the car to decide what needs to be done. No parts are ordered. No work has begun.
And I am still driving a borrowed vehicle a friend was kind enough to loan me.
I am not sure why this has to be extra painful, but alas, it is today's albatross.
And let me just tell you that I'm no great fan of sea birds.
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OK.OK.OK.
So actually, I love gulls. But they aren't in question here. And actually, thinking of gulls makes me think of the ocean and of sailboats and that's not helping my mood.
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While we're on the subject of things that matter to me... we need that damned Hotel. No, I'm not sure it's exactly the perfect plan as it stands, but the hotel itself is needed or this city stays forever on the back burner of convention destinations - despite the relatively cheap airfare in and out of here. So, on May 9th, before I head up to the Bar-H Boondoggle, I will vote 'No,' which is a vote FOR the hotel (on top of everything else, I have to work to clarify the damn ballot positions).
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The curious little mutt that is our newest rescue - a Welsh Pembroke Corgi named Rascal - is so neurotic that he cries when I take a shower and wants to come in with me until he realizes he's about to get wet. He also scratches at the door when I close it to pee. And... he scratches at the window when I am outside in the yard. However, he hates outside and he doesn't want to be petted. He just wants to be close to me.
I think they made a song my that title years ago and as I recall, it was annoying, too.
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I am not concerned about swine flu.I don't have a job and all I do is sit around here all day with the dogs. As far as I know, they can't catch it. So, we're safe... sometimes it's good to be the crazy dog lady. Very rarely, but it does happen.
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I am 38. I am almost 39.
I never wanted kids and I am certainly not going to have one now.
So why do I still have to bleed once a month?
My friend, Ann, says that at a pre-determined age our uterus should melt out of our body.
Sometimes I wonder why Ann is so smart and God is so stupid.
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Well, at least the back 40 is mowed. I am no longer the pyriah on Brunner Street.
Things become easier when you do them over and over and over.
And things become vital when they are about all that indicates you've been alive on a given day.
All this to say that I need a job, and perhaps more critical than a lot of income is the satisfaction of being a productive and fruitful member of the human race.
And, even if I'm not bearing fruit, at least I can bring forth a salad.