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Two steps forward, one step back
Dec. 8th, 2005 11:49 amAttended the service for Aunt Molly yesterday, meeting her whole family for the first and presumably last time. I told my mother that if I die before she does, she's responsible for not letting the priest officiating spout inanities at great length. Aunt Molly was dignified, charming, elegant and witty. She would have been hard-pressed to hide her exasperation had she heard what the minister was dribbling on about during the sermon.
The readings were well chosen, and her two grandsons were obviously very attached to her. You could tell by the way they spoke of her. Apart from the minister, the service was really very well done.
I stayed for a little bit afterward, but since there were few people I knew, I eventually made a discreet exit.
I decided to go fetch my computer away from the nice Mac people who'd helped me thus far, and brought it to my father at the university so he could take it to the place that's actually covered by the university's insurance. I don't really like them because they're sort of incompetent (last time they "fixed" my computer I had to reformat most of their work myself once I got the computer back and the words "please make sure my software is in English" seem to make no sense to them, even in French).
My father took the computer in for repairs today, and called me at work to tell me that the little men at his office say the computer has nothing wrong with it. Ummm, no. The logic card is fried. I explained this already, and have a little paper that says so. "But it boots up!" the little man said. Umm, yes. That's normal. The only reason it wouldn't boot up is if it has an issue with the hard drive, and that isn't the case. It's the logic card.
:::headdesk:::
Anyway, I put on my stubborn hat, and they're going to take another look at it.
In car news, I finally have all my stuff straightened out. The insurance will pay for the damage to the other woman's car, and that's that. It took a while to convince her that no, I was not going to pay $800 for her car to be fixed if her insurance company will do it for me. Also, my own insurance people told me that while *my* premiums might go up if I decided to get the minor cosmetic damage to the side of my car fixed, hers would not. I caused the accident, so the no fault laws come into effect. It all works out.
November is bleeding into December here, and I am unthrilled. There's also very little snow, and it's cold. I like the cold, but only if it's accompanied by snow. No snow means no snowshoeing, and I'm frustrated.
There's any number of small things happening right now which normally wouldn't phase me, but coming all together and on top of the other stressy things happening, they're all striving more or less successfully to shove me right over the edge. I have lots of people to see over the next few days, and I think that it may take all of my self-control not to turn into a snarling, slavering bitch.
Tonight I'm definitely going to bed early.
The readings were well chosen, and her two grandsons were obviously very attached to her. You could tell by the way they spoke of her. Apart from the minister, the service was really very well done.
I stayed for a little bit afterward, but since there were few people I knew, I eventually made a discreet exit.
I decided to go fetch my computer away from the nice Mac people who'd helped me thus far, and brought it to my father at the university so he could take it to the place that's actually covered by the university's insurance. I don't really like them because they're sort of incompetent (last time they "fixed" my computer I had to reformat most of their work myself once I got the computer back and the words "please make sure my software is in English" seem to make no sense to them, even in French).
My father took the computer in for repairs today, and called me at work to tell me that the little men at his office say the computer has nothing wrong with it. Ummm, no. The logic card is fried. I explained this already, and have a little paper that says so. "But it boots up!" the little man said. Umm, yes. That's normal. The only reason it wouldn't boot up is if it has an issue with the hard drive, and that isn't the case. It's the logic card.
:::headdesk:::
Anyway, I put on my stubborn hat, and they're going to take another look at it.
In car news, I finally have all my stuff straightened out. The insurance will pay for the damage to the other woman's car, and that's that. It took a while to convince her that no, I was not going to pay $800 for her car to be fixed if her insurance company will do it for me. Also, my own insurance people told me that while *my* premiums might go up if I decided to get the minor cosmetic damage to the side of my car fixed, hers would not. I caused the accident, so the no fault laws come into effect. It all works out.
November is bleeding into December here, and I am unthrilled. There's also very little snow, and it's cold. I like the cold, but only if it's accompanied by snow. No snow means no snowshoeing, and I'm frustrated.
There's any number of small things happening right now which normally wouldn't phase me, but coming all together and on top of the other stressy things happening, they're all striving more or less successfully to shove me right over the edge. I have lots of people to see over the next few days, and I think that it may take all of my self-control not to turn into a snarling, slavering bitch.
Tonight I'm definitely going to bed early.
