Not with helping Mom with the funeral of course since I'm here but tomorrow is the first day of school. Also did I mention the poster presentation I wanted my student to do was rejected and needed rewritten (that's not uncommon in science, I am hoping the snarky commentary they used is uncommon). And I've been locked out of my work email ever since I saw that before Christmas and I didn't download it then. Thankfully I remembered the biggest part of it and I just spent the day working on nothing but that really. I didn't even clean this horrible apartment.
My sister in law wants me, her and my brother to get Mom something to let her know we're thinking of her. But we don't know what. SiL had some suggestions like a memorial tree or rose bush but honestly I'm not sure Mom would want that. Ditto the edible arrangements. But I'm not sure WHAT she would want. Bangs head.
So my writely ways today can be this write up on
my grandmother in fiction. It might interest someone and ditto this snowflake challenge post -
writing resources (thanks to ES for some of the links).
I did get out of the house to get some groceries, my meds and pay my rent. In that hour and a half I blew through 1,400$. Holy crap. groceries was only 50 and I had to get a few things from wal-mart (and I did pick up the knee-high diabetic socks mom wanted) for another 50 but it was my meds that were 750$ and that's not even ALL my meds for diabetes. Okay I can understand invokana being 300$. It's brand new. Why the hell is humalog an OLD insulin 400$? Thank god I have a HSA and these count toward my 2000$ deductible which will be met by the end of feb. (yes, I'm the drain on your insurance).
My landlord is asking for a new lease agreement with me and the others (on paper only) because he had to refinance thanks to the deadbeats around here. He also told me he got threatened last week. He has these small cabins on the top of the hill and he kept seeing this car go past his place several times a night for a while and the woman they were going to see was now evicted but her friend wanted that apartment. She had the same car and wads of cash and he thought what I did. They want a secluded place to deal drugs. He told her it was on hold for college kids (it is) and she threatened him for not renting to her. He was profiling her and she's friends with judges and she's recording all this. And he's like, fine, let's call the cops right now. She left.
I most definitely need to take a break from the news and looking at my FB feed. I'm depressed enough without the horrors of the world. Last night that poor man in Saudia Arabia sentenced to jail and a horrible amount of whippings that will likely kill him just because of the things he wrote is now embedded in my head and it's making me nuts because there is literally nothing I can do about it. Things like this make the whole 'pay it forward' thing I'm doing this week seem pointless.