Marilee J. Layman (mjlayman) wrote,
Marilee J. Layman
mjlayman

This journal has been placed in memorial status. New entries cannot be posted to it.

Vegetables Cold, Vegetables Hot, No Vegetables in the Pot

It's very hot out so I didn't try going to the Farmer's Market. I dropped a letter at the Post Office (the Smithsonian has offered me 12 issues for $10 again -- I expect like before that they'll put it back up to normal at the end of the year and I'll decline, but in the meantime, I can afford the Smithsonian Magazine) and then had lunch at Tony's -- Greek salad and a slice of Primavera pizza.

I came home and saw the mail van at the stop before ours and started up the street, but then I realized we hadn't gotten mail yesterday because the mail was so late and I backed up and got yesterday's mail. As I pulled into my parking spot, the van headed down toward our clusterbox, so I put the mail inside and knocked on Luke's door. His son-in-law was coming any second to take him to dinner at their house, so he didn't want to give me his mail key. I don't want him to walk down tomorrow to get it, but I really can't go out in the sun tomorrow. So I went ahead and drove back down to get my mail. The private disability people want a copy of my fed taxes and such from last year, which is not technically a big deal, but it means they're trying to disallow my disability again.

Jim McKay has died. I've seen his face on sports newsbits so long that I feel like I know him.

I found a place where you can print out a lot of Obama stickers, signs, and iron-ons for t-shirts, all free.
Tags: disability, errands, food, mail, obama
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