Busy Tuesday

The Long Back Yard

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Well. I solved some, but not all of my problems. Charlie's was able to take care of the tire pressure for me, so I don't have to get any more scoldy emails from my car. Is anyone else's car like this? It only writes when it wants something -- air in the tires; washer fluid. It never writes to see if I want something, or just to say hey. Honestly, it's like we don't have a relationship at all.

Lowe's was a labyrinth, Target was much better than the last time I was in, and I could actually shop.

I found The. Perfect. barstool for My Studio at Marden's, but Marden's, along with its other peculiarities, doesn't deliver. Or doesn't always deliver, and while the stool in question would fit in the back of the Subaru, my chances of getting it downstairs with both it and me in one piece were -- let's just say the smart money would back gravity. Heavily.

I found a less perfect, and only slightly more expensive barstool at Fortin's, and they? Will send it across the river tomorrow with a nice young person who will take it down the stairs for me, so -- win.

I did not arrive at a satisfactory solution for sunblocking the sliders, though I may have an It'll Do.

I came nowhere near achieving a premade step so I can walk out of Steve's office and onto the deck without breaking an ankle.

Two pleasant things happened. At Target, I was prompted to Use Google Wallet, and so I did -- only it didn't work. My cashier was in my corner though, and between us, with a bit of last minute advice from a pro on the other register, I got it to work, and he cheered.

Also, when I stopped to drop a package off at a friend's house, a big black cat came down the middle of the road toward me, clearly on A Mission. I said, "Is that Spazzio?" and his tail went up just as far as it could.  He escorted me to the porch, where I left the package. He lobbied hard for me to let him in, but -- no key, kitty.

So, back home now, and? I should find something to eat, I guess.

How's everybody doing today?
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Fortin's wins today's hero badge.  They brought my bar stool to me an hour after I got home, carried it into the house, down the stairs and into the studio.  We are now set up and ready to do some glasswork.

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Went to needlework, but -- I grabbed the wrong bag off the hook, so I had the Invisible Project to work on. Still, it was nice to just sit and chat. Home now, and V. tired.

I expect I'm not long for a vertical position.

Tomorrow, I hope to write like the wind. I'll check in as can.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe.