Veseventures

It's been one of those days when things get a little weird. Not bad weird or good weird, just weird. It'd be easy enough to say what all went on, but it would almost sound whiney, and it really wasn't a bad day. Just...aggrevating and...weird. Let's just say it entailed half-hour long phone calls to walk me through computer stuff while listening to my friend Kevin calling on my cell phone about some weirdness he was going through. Let's face it, when one deals with any kind of government agency, no matter how large or small, and computers and paperwork, it's bound to get weird. So this afternoon, I decided to go for a walk through the nearby park. My son, J., decided to go, too. He grabed my new cell phone that my daughter, M.H., had gotten for me. It has all sorts of features, one of which makes it great for geocaching, something J. has been interested in for a while. We got to the park, then started heading off in different directions, he toward the ...

There was a time when I would manage to get out for a walk or run most mornings. Even when I was in an off mood - or maybe especially if I was in one - I'd lace up my running shoes and head out. It almost always improved my mood. Unfortunately, as much as I'd sworn I'd get back to walking or running on a daily basis, things (read: life ) happens. Jobs come up - definitely a good thing, especially when it comes to paying bills. Weather gets a little dicey. Early morning appointments come up. What was it John Lennon said? Something about, "Life is what happens when we're busy making other plans"? Yesterday was one of my work days. It's only three hours a day, three days a week, along with an extra hour over the weekend. A few extra hours would help, but I'm sure not knocking it. But then there were a few errands that needed running. J. wanted to come along, but he needed a shower, first. Later, there were problems with M. getting picked up...

My daughter had to replace the handles to her car. The outside door handle on the driver's door broke a while back, followed a few months later, by the other front door handle. One could still open the front doors to the car, it was just a little tricky. M.H. and her husband B. had pretty much mastered the trick of getting into the car, but then, they got enough practice with it. Anyone else (read: friends or certain over-50-year-old relatives) had problems opening the doors. Recently, M.H. ordered replacement parts for both doors with the idea of fixing the doors herself. While they weren't the right color - the car is white, the handles, black - they were a decent enough price. Add to that the fact that if she did the work herself, it would be a lot cheaper than taking it to a garage to pay for someone else to do the job. This afternoon, after starting a couple of loads of laundry at my place, we set off to run a couple of errands, then came home, where M.H. announced t...