Inspections

Got through the car inspection process properly this morning. Trustworthy Repair Place (TRP) took care of me, re-inspected after the required 14 day delay from the failed one. Let me rant a bit about the Jerkass Bully. They really could not figure out what his deal was, either. They gave me a discount on a set of wheel covers, since one of mine had been lost and the rest were scraped up, unasked for, unremarked, just gave me a smaller total.(Looking very stylish again.) One of the TRP managers urged me to contact the county and report Jerkass. I tried, but it all got a little too much, and I certainly did not want to have any further contact with the Bully. They would send a State Trooper to meet with me there, and re-inspect the brakes. (Um. no. I'd rather have a mouthful of root canals, and resurrect my dead father to let him scream at me.) I'm sure Jerkass Bully was gaming the system somehow. Manager of TRP says, "Well, not by keeping his customers, that's for sure." No shit.

Feeling a wave of Stress, letting it wash over and run out.

Anyway, car in good shape, and my temporary registration is printed up and in the back window, taxes paid and done for the year. Usually, this is finished weeks ago, of course. I'm all for getting paperwork and forms in ASAP, early, triple checked and stamped, filed and acknowledged. I do not delay on any hoop-jumping, for the sake of peace of mind. Learned those lessons early in life, and refuse to procrastinate there.

Having a difficult-to-spell original last name helped, unique and always presumed to be wrong, so I reflexively audit. (Two i's, two l's, two e's, one r, dunno why that gives any trouble.)

Could not make myself strip paint this morning after I got back. Too hot to work on the back porch, both cats curled on the bed, and me in no damn mood to take on a sweaty job, nor disturb felines. Maybe this weekend's mornings, finish up at least one door and frame. The other door, the one proving hard to strip, had never gotten a lacquer or oiled layer before the first painting. Gonna take more time and effort to restore. Which is fine, do what I gotta do.

And the cats continue to get along, colleagues. Well, we know it takes Moby about 2 years to really get used to anything, and that seems to include Eleanor. She is also more settled, I can sometimes pick her up, which I'd given up on, and she is much, much less food-motivated. Both very much enjoying going outside. Moby never minded the harness, Eleanor getting to grips with hers.

We have a mosquito netting on an umbrella on the porch, hopefully this will let D sit out there with me of an evening. Lots of wrangling and searching to find something inexpensive but functional, but we think we got it sorted. Bugs don't really bite me, but they adore him, with welts to follow.

Next week, Friday off for the holiday.