Garden of Thought

I am apparently only recognizable by my hair.  I was at the church processing some books for the library and stopped in at a meeting to enjoy the music for a few minutes.  Three people there admitted after I came up and spoke with them that they "wondered who that new lady was in the hat, then realized it was you!" 

"Um, yes. Me, you know, the lady in a hat because she has no hair."  Argh!  I've known them for over a decade too.  This is so weird.

I'm getting ready for Sunday service this morning and almost don't want to go just to avoid all the commentary.  It's going to be hot and I don't want the scratchy wig but a cotton wrap just makes it more obvious. Wahhhh. My ego apparently whines as it is squished.

Making my morning coffee, I just absently picked up the nearest spoon to stir it.  Turned out that was also the spoon I'd just used to give Pi-cat her morning treat of catfood.

Just what I always wanted, that exotic piquant of chicken giblets in my latte.  Mmm. Not.

What's amusing to me is I've been using the same spoon for both for some time now to simply save on one more dirty dish with each morning, but I always (always always) *rinse the spoon* first.  And I remember telling myself "One of these days I'll forget to rinse the spoon and end up with catfood in my coffee."  Like, you know, today.  ;-)   I don't listen to myself any better than my kids do sometimes, lol!

I was attempting to work on a WIP chapter and hitting a snag, reflexively opened up a Google tab.

Only to realize I was apparently attempting to google my *own story* to see how it went or something, you know...um, in the future...so I could write it....

Gah! Really, brain?

Dreamed that an alarm clock was going off and someone was asking me "Where is that alarm coming from? Is it yours?"

Woke up because I had to check my alarm clock to be sure it wasn't going off. At 4:15 am.

Gah.

On the good side, it's Friday!

Slightly irked here.

The people that coordinate appointments for folks to come get food from our Food Cupboard accidently scheduled some on a day we weren't open. Efforts were made to notify and correct.

That night our modulars were broken into. Ironically, they couldn't get into the actual food area and ended up ruining the door that goes into the *other* modular, which only held school supplies and stuff for the cub scouts. They ate the cub scout snack (a box of granola bars)and then proceeded to *spray paint* all over the interior and leave a 'message' to "respect the homeless"!... also a note "sorry, but we were hungry."

Yeah. Sorry. So sorry you just had to vandalize us and steal precious monetary resources in repairs that could have been food. Free food by the way. From a small and not wealthy congregation. Yeah.

We respect the homeless, apparently a lot more than this particular set respects us back.

My brother and I had to hire more than one person along the way to make sense of all the records my dad left behind of his business, inventory and contacts. We've finally got it done and all papers, records, affadavits, certificates, etc. done and the business is listed for sale -

Within two days of our listing it, the landlord reneged on his former promises that we could keep the store for the summer at the same rent rate my dad was paying him all these years, to have time to sell the business... but he is now *tripling* the rent as of the first of July.

We've suddenly gone from "whew, listed at last, now maybe things are looking up" to "$@%&@!"

My brother has flown back to Maui to shove things into boxes and arrange a storage facility for the inventory, to find a moving company, to work with our suddenly panicked broker, to rally my dad's friends to help us box and move things.

My dad would have roasted that man over a slow fire, without benefit of marinade. As my brother said to him, "We aren't a retail store! We're just some relatives trying to do what's right to resolve this. We don't have that kind of cash." The response? "Well....er....."

Aiyiyi. We haven't even gotten his ashes interred yet and already we've lost his store, probably to someone very upscale and not at all fitting with the old cowboy town. My heart just hurts. I hate greed. Hate it, hate it!