Song of the day: “A living doll” by Cliff Richard.
The past couple of days were a doozy, I tell ya. It had everything to do with bureaucracy and y’all know how much I hate that, right?
Well the whole paperwork shaite was in top form yesterday, I mean seriously…I wanted to scream.
First off, the day started early with me and little brother heading for the village so I could pay our taxes and introduce him to my banker. Taxes went right and easy, right until I discovered that I would also have to pay taxes for the mopeds and Opel, which I was sure I paid several months ago. So strange. Phoned home to have big brother look for receipts. Added to that, I also discovered that the old Deawoo is still registered in my name, which is totally strange, meaning I would have to see if I can contact the young mechanic I gave it to.
Next it was taking little brother to the bank. He’s not been happy with his present bank at all, and once we spoke to mine, it turned out he had good reason. Apparently, when he opened an account, somehow the bank had him sign for a life-insurance at their company instead. Jeez. Talk about sneaky. He came there (first time ever he opened an account) to get a simple account with card and everything, only to get scammed. Even our banker said, that was very unprofessional of that particular bank. So he advised us as to what to do next, and opened a new account for little brother with little trouble…except that due to the overtaking of my bank by a big one, the computers were down so he had to do it the old fashioned way. *sigh* Had to come back the next day.
Had to go to another bank to pay the taxes, which I was too late for. Apparently, if you’re not a member of the bank, you can only do it on Tuesdays and Thursdays before 10:30. *sigh* Very frustrating, I tell ya.
The following stop was a branch of little brother’s bank where he withdrew his money, and tried to cancel his life insurance. Apparently that was only possible at the original branch. So we’d have to go there.
So, round that time grandpa arrived on his moped with the papers that had been delivered to us about the payments. Was afraid for a moment there that we’d been scammed with the taxes as well, but when I showed the papers town hall could confirm that the papers were official, even though they didn’t know why they’d been delivered. Needed the receipts of the payment though, so that meant another trip. *double sigh*
Went home, to pick up cousin Ed and Grandpa, who would go to the bank where the bills were paid, while little brother and I would go to his bank (other village than mine, of course). Arrived there, got to speak with a young man who was very friendly about it, and who explained that the contract for the life insurance was valid until December, but, if he took out all his money, waited two to three months the insurance would withdraw the contract instead. Then, after two months he could just come back and cancel his account without trouble. Decided to opt for that, and wait a bit, just to have the hassle over and done with.
Brought little brother, Grandpa and Cousin Ed home, picked up big brother, and headed straight for town for a pickup, and to have a chat with the garage folks to see how I could contact that mechanic. Luckily they were still in contact with him, and let me talk to him on the phone. According to him the car has been at the junkyard for several years now, with all the paperwork dealt with. But anyway, if it turns out wrong, he was going to have to pay the taxes. Also saw the Land Rover, all the tires off, looking all miserable mounted up there for repairs. There was no way in hell that they could have it done by Wednesday (today) darn it.
Anyway, did our pick up, headed home and quickly got to work on the edit after wasting a full day on the friggin’ road! Gawd, I hate paperwork days. Grrrr.
The end of the afternoon wasn’t nice either. Had to take Knight II to the vet, and since Big Brother’s Cocker Spaniel has been doing so very bad these past weeks, he finally opted to have her put down. Poor girl was only sleeping these days, and barely able to stand on her paws. She was gone within two minutes of the injection. Always sad to see them like that, limp, gone. I can’t help but remember the cute little puppy she was when we first got her, more than eleven years ago. She was a happy dog, most of those years, at her happiest when she followed big brother around. A sad moment, where we both shed a tear or two.
Only managed a few pages of writing the past couple of days, partly because today wasn’t any better…and today I also didn’t feel all that well, physically today. I got up a little early to go to the village again, and was right on time too, when it turned out that tenant’s tube had gotten loose and that she and caregiver would have to go along to the health center. So I dropped the two off, and was, of course, once again too late for the bank. Did manage to hop into my own and deposit little brother’s money. He is going to have to go there himself to pick up the rest of his paperwork.
Walked all the way to the health center, where tenant and caregiver were still waiting for her turn. Left them to it while I phoned big brother so he could prepare everything that needed preparing before my return. It was going to be a close thing to see if we’d make it to Spanish lessons in time, because it was already past eleven by then. When I checked inside the center, tenant’s turn was up, so I hurried to the big parking garage, got the car and drove up. Arrived there just as caregiver was making a new appointment, so I loaded tenant into the car, and at fifteen past eleven we were on our way home.
Dropped tenant and caregiver off, ran to my cabin to change into something a little less hot (today was a scorcher) and then headed out with big brother behind the wheel so I could eat some breakfast. *sigh* Was feeling worse by then, but what the heck, paid ahead for our lessons so I wasn’t going to cancel no way. Added to that, I wasn’t really looking forward to the upcoming photo session that was planned for the evening.
Arrived just before our teacher, so we weren’t exactly late, thankfully. Not a bad class today, all things considered, but I was more than a little reassured that the photo session would have to be next week, because my “model” was on a job interview, or some such today. I could have wept, but didn’t, of course. That meant I could take a nap once we got home. Yay.
Did exactly that, and passed out for two hours with the dogs stretched out around me as if it was a special treat especially for them. Hah. Poor darlings have been on their own for way too long.
There was cooking involved after my nap (was feeling much better…have been burning the candle on both ends again, naturally. Grrrr) eating, and then some editing, as usual, when I don’t do any writing.
Have you noticed how insanely busy the past few weeks have been? If it isn’t one thing, it’s another, and Sally isn’t helping any. Seriously, I got into a massive disagreement with her yesterday, where I had to be really, really firm with her. At the moment, she’s quite self-destructive, which is a little scary to see happening. How do you stop someone from wrecking herself, eh? You can’t, she’ll have to learn the lesson herself.
Well, this is the end of today’s blog, again. Time to get ready for bed.
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