I slept OK. The cats never wake me up, but once I am awake they clamor for breakfast. So I got up and fed them. I got online for a bit and made some iced tea (doesn't matter if my fake decaf keeps me up I plan to be up for a while). I found the insurance bill and texted my aunt the amount I need transferred out of savings.
Last year it worked fine to pay it online, but I am using an older OS this time so that might be an issue? We will see tomorrow when I pay it. Worst case I will go to the Post Office and mail it.
The cats are fine, I saw Cleo and Spotty while I did my God Time they are good. Biscuit hung out on the couch with me for a while.
A couple of issues: 1. Do I get groceries. I have a lot of stuff in the freezer but could use some other things. And do I take the bus or call Jack for a ride? Decisions.
Then we have the calling the church thing. I HATE to ask for help. Hate it. Last year I went on my message board and said I found Ron died: they took it from there and did a fund raiser after asking if it was "OK". I had $16. It was OK. 😂 But I didn't ask, I wouldn't have thought to, to be honest. When I get a love gift I accept it but I hate asking...so it is very hard for me to ask for help.
Plan is I may call the church and ask if I could get a ride to the grocery store some Tuesdays. It would save me cab fare. But asking! I don't think it's pride so much as just hating to hear no. We will see.
That's it for now.
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