The surveyor came back today and found a lot more problems. Roy is pretty down. He has so many problems to correct and so little time, he scarcely knows where to begin. But I bet he gets it all done.
I went down to the post office and was delighted to find a huge pile of mail, especially a big stack from Kathy. There was an hilarious card from Kathy that cracked me up. It says, "Happy Birthday, Mommy, from your baby." The baby in the picture is about 20 times the size of the mommy! Any time I need a laugh, I look at it.
Was very glad to get my driver's license and a big, fat refund check from Carteret General Hospital. Now I can pay off my VISA. If I'd just known how slick Medicare works, I could have sure saved a lot of time and hassle and money. Also got the California income tax forms, so I can finally get that out of my hair.
On the way home, I stopped at Revco and got the prescription filled that Dr. Devereux had given me. Got some money from an ATM and stuck it in my billfold without counting it. Went to HQ to get some 180-grit sandpaper. To my astonishment, they didn't have it! They were just like all the other stores--went from 150 to 220 with nothing in between. What in the world has happened to 180? Never had a problem getting it before.
Picked up some cookies at Farm Fresh and returned to the boat. Counted the money I'd gotten at the ATM. It was $20 short! First time I've ever been shorted at an ATM. In fact, I've often marveled at the accuracy of the critters. There's no way I can prove I was shorted, but I'll phone them tomorrow anyway.
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