"Meh, no soup for you and no ice cream for later."
That's how I am feeling today because of this story which started last night. I need to print out a paper from the state showing my non work history
as well as make copies of my ID which is half of what I needed to renew my county health insurance. the cast will have to come off later this month
so I need the insurance to cover it.
As dad is has the only printer I gave him a flash drive with my non work history on it to print out. As he is in his own world and master of that so
called world he had no clue on how to find that file. I don't know what he has done to his computer but everything is set up in a screwy and useless
looking way. Finally I tried plan B of sending him the link via email. That worked how ever the way he goes about printing off his computer made the
paper look questionable as in a fake. I didn't bother with getting copies of my ID as it was late at night and I had a better way planned to do all
this the next day.
Sleeping is difficult for me. Most nights I don't know if I actually slept any. The only clue that I slept for a bit last night was due to the dream
I recall. This dream took place at some sort facility that housed a few seriously disabled persons who were laying down almost on these very
complicated looking wheelchairs. However most people there were mental cases, like my dad. The hallway was crowded with these people going back and
forth bumping into each other on purpose.
Some man (a younger version of dad) was blocking my way so we got into a fight. The dream ended before the fight did so I don't know the outcome.
I got up much earlier than I care for to take care of business leaving me feeling quiet unpleasant.
Step number one ended up being step number two as I discovered that one of the windshield wipers was no longer attached to the car. As I was having
trouble standing I wasn't in the mood for auto repairs. However I had no choice but to put the wiper back on using only one hand thanks to the
Off to plan one. This was the small office supply/mail store for my copies needed. There were four people in the store. the two women working
behind the counter and two older men sitting near the back at a table. The woman talking to the men about real estate or such was wearing the
required mask. Neither of the men were were wearing masks. The woman waiting on me had a mask hanging off to the side of her face. Guess it was a
business casual day. The copies I needed were just costing a few pennies but I guess I looked like too much of a mess hobbling in with cast an such
so I didn't have to part with any change.
My next plan was to start a checking account at a nearby bank. However I discovered how banks dealt with mask wearing people coming into their
buildings. It was simple, the lobbies are all closed. I finally talked to someone at another bank using their drive thru to talk about setting up an
account. I go back tomorrow to talk to the manager and sing the fine print.
Next was my thirty mile drive to the county health department to turn in my insurance renewal form and printouts. The highway was built in 1948 and
has been under construction since then. Pic attached is of said highway before hurricane Rita in 2005. The four hour drive to evacuate took 24
hours. With the constant construction on/off ramps and lanes change or are closed every day making for quite a "fun" drive.
So I arrive at the health department and, surprise, virus rules have changed again. The last time I was there the Gestapo nurses had a check point
set up at the entrance preventing anyone from entering until the reason for being there was made known, temperature checked and asked to wait outside
for your name to be called. This time it was just a couple of tiny signs that I could not read nor cared to. I walk in to see the bullet and snot
proof glass has been set up at the receptionists desk with a tape divider preventing me from getting close to them. All of a sudden a woman worker
told me something at a distant about going back to the entrance and over to the left or something. I got the impression that the "6 foot rule" has
been changed to the "20 foot rule". I told he I was just there to turn in my renewal papers and handed them to her.
Once I got back to my town I pulled into a grocery store to buy some food. As I was tried out and the temp made it feel like 105* I decided not to
bother. More tape dividers and Gestapo temp checkers at the entrance anyway. Maybe tomorrow.
So back home and waiting for the phone call from the bank. I just gave them my name, address, and cell phone number. I left off the house phone
number as my banking is non of dad's business. As things always work backwards for me especially with sharing the same name as my dad the bank
decided to look up and call the home number. Therefore involving dad. Now dad knows that I am getting a checking account NOT at his bank. He
doesn't understand why I won't use his bank and I am not planning on explaining this to him. He is stuck with his bank being the best as they have an
ATM machine at his preferred grocery store nearby. "you just go in, take out your money and buy your groceries and or medicines.
He doesn't understand that I don't plan on spending the rest of my life living with him and mom and having the joy of my live be the ATM at the
grocery store. He keeps coming in my room to tell me to put most of my money in savings and not spend much of it. Once I get Social Security
(crossing my fingers) he wants to "help" me take my time to look for a car to buy. I plan to leave him out of the picture as he has no taste in cars
or any common sense. He wears a face mask from the dollar store that has "captain cutie" printed on it.
My plan is to get wheels and get 600+ miles away from him as soon as I practically can.