Cause: The Mister, operating under the premise that the more electronic devices you plug in and wire up, the happier you’ll be, tried to add one more router for wireless reception, which was just fine already, thank you very much. Apparently, routers of different brands don’t get along and have power struggles.
Problem: The cat has a flea or two and scratches during the night causing her collar to jingle and keep me awake.
Cause: Top Spot is no match for Florida fleas. This is identical to the problem I have having with Florida mosquitoes. They are too small, too fast, too plentiful.
Problem: The Snarl and I are cranky with each other.
Cause: This one is convoluted but it has to do with the Snarl having to take a large private educational loan to justify her self-supporting status so she can be a Florida resident for tuition purposes. This is not some slight of hand on our part; she is truly a self-supporting, established resident who lives, votes and works independently in the state of Florida after taking a year between high school and college to "get organized." She supports herself more than 51%. FAFSA said she had to prove 51% of her own support at the out-of-state level first and she couldn’t count money that was in one of those educational accounts established in her name when she was very little. So, in a great catch-22 situation, she took a private loan with the intent to pay it back a week later and right after she signed for the loan, they immediately made her an in-state resident so she didn’t NEED the loan anyway and now we’re trying to pay it back. Except Wachovia sold their educational loan processing to someone else. True to form, no one at Wachovia knows WHO exactly, the online autopay registration doesn’t work, and there is no phone number, name or customer help line. Wachovia says to contact her financial aid office and that office says talk to Wachovia. And although neither end knows which is up, you can be certain that some computerized bean counter- that doesn’t have her account in the system by either loan number or social security number- is continuing to add interest. So I’m pushing at the Snarl to handle it and she, understandably, wants to ignore the whole mess. So we’re snarly and cranky and not really at each other. But back in the late 60s they stopped putting large plate glass windows in banks, so, you know, we’re stuck with taking it out on each other.
Problem: For the past three days I have been, once again, mile high in packing boxes.
Cause: We hired such meticulous movers that they wrapped every single light bulb in bubble wrap and then paper wrap. Also, we had way too much stuff. That has now, once and for all, been remedied. There is no way the IRS is going to believe we gave to shelters, Salvation Army, AAUW and Purple Heart as much as we did this year.
The good news here is that most of what showed up was useful: porch furniture, a juicer, bird feeders, queen bed size linens, garden tools. It’s not entirely clear to me why I sent the dekbed purchased in Amsterdam a couple years ago down here. In theory, this is winter time in Florida and I can’t anticipate needing a snap together double decker down comforter any time soon. Two things arrived that I was excited to see: The Wit’s End sign and my solid cherry Norwood floor loom that I haven’t used since the children were tots and life got too busy.
The other thing that showed up was the set of leaded glass windows I designed for the new bedroom windows. Back in Chicago I had found some Luxfer Glass Prism tiles, designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. He originally designed these for commercial architecture, as transom lights. The glass tiles were clear when made but because they contain magnesium, they have turned amethyst color with age. I bought these tiles for 4.00 each and got three designs- a teardrop style, a wavy style and a ridged style. They are textured on both sides. I found a woman in Chicago who does leaded glass repair on old houses and she put these together for me. I got enough of them to do a large window for the Chicago house and with the remainder I had these three small windows made to fit.
Because of the prism cuts in the tiles, the afternoon sun comes sparkling through in rainbows that the cats chase and I like them a lot. Maybe I’ll find a bunch of these old tiles and go into business. Oh- and Momma K wanted to know if any taxidermy arrived on the truck. Yes. Heeeerrrreeee’s Minky!