I found out this morning that the young woman protestor in my city killed by a driver (the driver deliberately went the wrong way on an exit ramp to enter the freeway which was blocked off by police barricade, and rammed the crowd) was a dear friend of my daughter in high school. I’m just heartbroken. So much grief this year.
The most recent Reuters update says investigators “don’t know” if the driver intended to hit protestors.
Sounds to me like they’re being cagey, if the driver deliberately went up a ramp the wrong way to get to them.
I’m so sorry, @needscoffee. You and your daughter must be devastated.
Hey @nightshadea just once DOOO IIIIITTT sometimes ya gotta whack someone over the head with their own hypocrisy before they can see it.
Look at it this way: she’s unpleasant to you anyway, right? Would it make that much difference if you said your truth?
Maybe it would; if you know abuse is in store, feel free to ignore my crappy advice.
I’m still 
that we’re at a point of needing dialysis clinics specializing in Covid positive patients that is some seriously drilled-down specialization!
Look, I get that you want to feel persecuted, but no one has reported pictures of the American flag or postings of the Lord’s Prayer to Facebook as “offensive” and they haven’t been removed as “violating community standards,” you credulous fucking idiot.
I hope we are done with pyrotechnics for the year. On of our dogs has gotten really bad with fireworks. She spent the weekend in our basement, gorked on Trazadone, while the rest of the pack went boating.
We’ve had a lot around here too. It’s been nightly fireworks for about three weeks. My dog isn’t handling it well.
I called a medical office to schedule an appointment.
Me: Good morning. I need to schedule an appointment for next week. Any day is fine, but I have a meeting every day at 2.
Scheduler: How’s Tuesday at 1:20?
Me: (Internally) Really? You can promise me that you’re going to be able to see me at 1:20? And that if that minor miracle occurs we’ll be done in time for me to return home in time for my meeting?
Me: (Out loud) Do you have something later? I have meetings at 2 every day…
Soooo … taxes, eh? Due next Wednesday, you say?
Well … shit.
I have a vague sense of where most (probably not all) of what I need for federal taxes are, but I haven’t started, seriously don’t see that being finished during the only two days I have off between then & now … and have NO EFFING CLUE what - or even if - I have to do with state & local taxes. I’ve worked in Michigan since mid March and in my current city since mid May - do I owe the other city anything for the six or eight weeks I worked part time? What about the couple months since I got Job v. 2.0 in my current hometown?
It’s not like I can call the I.R.S. for guidance, apparently, or the state departments. I also couldn’t afford to send any sort of check right now, anyway, so my incentive for figuring any of this shit out is less than nil.
FUCK.
Speaking about clueless physicians: For the past six months I’ve had bi-weekly lab appointments. No big deal. They were to continue until my one year post transplant visit, originally scheduled for June 23rd.
It was rescheduled to next Thursday. Again, no big deal.
To keep with the bi-weekly thing, I was scheduled for a lab tomorrow. Unfortunately, the clinic went on “vacation” effective June 29th, so I had to be shuffled to a different clinic much further away, and my appointment moved from 8am to 11am.
Spoke with my transplant coordinator, we decided I’ll do the regular lab tomorrow, and schedule another full lab (fasting, pee in a cup, all that fun stuff) for next Monday. They like results closer to the appointment anyways.
So, today I received a note stating effective immediately, labs can be done monthly. Cool cool cool. Leave a message for transplant coordinator stating I would like to cancel tomorrow’s appointment.
Get a voicemail back stating they’ll cancel next Monday’s appointment, btw need to set up televisit appointment.
Leave message back - no. Cancel tomorrow so I don’t have to fast until 11, take a few hours off work to go to this new clinic, please call back.
crickets
Fridge has been making “a funny noise” since getting shoved forcefully into the new house after a cross country move, and I’m pretty sure it’s getting louder. I have no idea if that’s making it not as cold, or less efficient, or if - oh god no - it’s about to go poof and die on me. I don’t know how to find out, no idea whom to ask, and I’m heartily sick of feeling ill equipped to adult.
(Is too a verb!)
PH, if you don’t have a thermometer in your refrigerator, I would start by getting one (they are cheap), so you have some idea how cold it is in there. How old is it?
I just found out that my nephew, a recent high school grad, attended a Black Lives Matter rally that was met by armed militias that pointed their guns at anyone that entered the park where they had the rally, and then shouted during their minute of silence. He is fine, but dammit, he should be able to peacefully assemble without having people point guns at him!
https://twitter.com/gracefacewilson/status/1280474219780997121
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re: Taxes.
I’m pretty sure it’s the 2019 taxes that are due so if you moved in March of this year this will be 2021 purplehorseshoe’s problem. If you moved a year ago then yes, state taxes will be due for the portion of time you lived in your new state.
*** I’m not an accountant or a tax preparer and could be dead wrong ***
This doesn’t really go in this thread but you listened to me complain about it: The lawyers that were going to bankrupt us because we stupidly let my son drive our car and get in an accident? The insurance company settled it and the long nightmare is over! Thank you, @Morgyn and all the others who offered me words of comfort when I was sick with worry. You really helped.
This is good to hear.
What the insurance company told me was that the litigants in cases like this habitually ask for astronomical amounts of money. They (usually) aren’t expecting anything like that amount. I’m glad that proved true for you, too.
Plus, now you know how it usually works so you can calm folks if it happens to them.
Here in the stupid state of Texas, I got summoned to testify again last week (means I bring in records and explain them) cause that’s what happens when one works for an evil earth raping oil pipeline company.
OK, my records and intact and transparent, the only problem is deciding which suit I want to wear on the first day and if my mask should match my blouse or my jacket. (I’m going with blouse and shoes, but if anyone else knows what fashionistas say, please let me know.)
I’m not really stressing about the choice, because I’ve been summoned for the same case 4 times and court gets cancelled because of C19 and nobody seems to be able to figure out how to do this remotely.
The whole thing is about as stupid as everything else that has been happening lately.
Just broke my dang glasses. Like just now. Last eye exam was last June, so I’ll have to dig up the prescription they gave me and see if I can still use it to get a cheapish pair on Zenni. I can hot-glue the frame in the meantime, I suppose. It would probably be the responsible thing to do to go for another eye exam at this point anyway, especially if I now have much less of a choice in the matter of getting a new pair of glasses.
Not a world-ending problem, certainly, but another expense, another inconvenience, and probably yet another f’ing doctor visit. Ugh.
Oh, just go on Zenni. Your prescription doesn’t expire for their purposes, and they have a shitload of frames and every lens add-on imaginable: blue light filters, automatic darkening sunglasses, you name it. I refuse to get glasses any other way any more.
But, they ship from China so it’s a couple of weeks wait …
On the flip side, they’re cheap enough to get 2-5 pairs for what you’d pay for a single pair (that sounds weird!) at a traditional place, so you’ll never again be without a backup!
With the humidity and mask wearing, my face looks like I’m a tween. When you’re over sixty it should be wrinkles or zits not both!
I dropped my son off at his first baseball game last night. I was so excited for him. Place was almost empty of people, no problem spacing out, quiet, etc. Only one parent was allowed in the place at a time. Or so I thought.
Then I came to pick him up. Fucking entire families - kids, parents, grandparents - elbow to elbow, all without masks, packing into the place with chairs and coolers, parking their asses on the bleachers and standing right next to each other like it was just any other summer day, including the one lady that sneezed onto my shoulder. (Yes, I was wearing a mask.) The boys playing baseball, on the other hand, were appropriately spaced out, put on masks when they left and ran outta that place like they were running a damn gauntlet because they kind of were.
Yes, I was the dumbass who allowed my kid to play in a baseball game, under the moronic presumption that people would follow an executive order that requires us to all wear masks in public. Silly me. I forgot we were living in an idiocracy. And I’m just one of the idiots.