Okay, so it's been two weeks since the Incident of the Expired Driver's License and let me confess right up front the post dated May 28 was finished five minutes ago and - thanks to the title of THIS post? - I seem to be able to sit behind the keyboard and do something other than read the Daily Mail. I have today until 11:00 pm to utilize the referenced aspect and if I am very fortunate I shall:
Call the electrician whose wife I left a message with a week ago and remind him/her that the water heater needs grounding.
Five days later: Well, that was amusing. I did manage to take down the winter curtains and put up the summer ones and presumably a few other things that I have no memory of whatsoever but which must have involved physical action, but the electrician remains uncalled, as does the real estate lawyer I need to talk to about an easement for if and when I do sell this house and go and live in a shipping container up the hill, Final Draft (once again I forgot to deactivate the software online when I left New York and need to go through the whole process again with a real live person), my stepfather who I promised to call when I left the U.K. in the middle of April blah blah blah blah blah, all of which items were going to be on the list I was making that began with Call the electrician. Presumably the Mars energy took over and I could no longer sit behind the keyboard ha ha.
I can, however, four days later, remember the manifestation of Mars conjunct the Ascendant the next morning, which I suppose is something to be thankful for, she wrote dejectedly. My poor old Volvo, which had been in the shop for aeons after refusing to start in Walmart's parking lot soon after I got here, was finally ready to be picked up and with Mars in the sign of money got me 846 air miles closer to my next trip to Spain. I drove straight to Ace Hardware as GF Tom had told me they had a great native plant selection and got myself another 40 miles closer, then got home to a phone call from customer service at a shoe store which made me aware my Citibank Master Card account had been hacked and an anonymous stranger was bent on getting me across the Atlantic even sooner than I was planning.
It would be nice to think the call came because the store realized my buying a pair of Birkenstocks was definitive evidence of my finally losing my mind and wanted to alert me to commit myself immediately, but the real reason was more prosaic - they were querying a Pennsylvania ship-to from a New Mexico address. So, Bernadine Nichols, of 16 Tibbitts Avenue, Bradford, PA, 16701, thanks so much for wanting to help me go and see my sister but don't stay home too much waiting for UPS, and to Tom at PS&E Group, many thanks for your fraud-catching radar.
I am now officially up to date as of June 14, 2011. Three days to go and I get a gold star.
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