Strange Stuff

 

Hello Everyone:

Good news, the BIL was discharged and is at home resting comfortably.  Understandably, he's tired and still fuzzy but with time, he should be back to something that resembles normal.  I had a good phone call with a social worker from a local community organization.  She followed up with me about some actions I needed to take to settle myself.  Thank goodness it wasn't one of those touchy-feely conversations.  I so hate them.  Besides, I have you to share my feeling with.  Anyway, she made an interesting observation about the whole situation with the City Department of Planning.  She said that it was entirely possible that someone dropped the ball or there was a miscommunication and suggested I get in touch with the person that sent the job notice.  I did and we'll see what he replies.  In the meantime, I did make sure that I had my application in, safe not sorry, right?  I swear some people and places.  Anyway, I'm continuing to make my way through my brave new world.  Two things I need to do is block out some time to put money in my brand new account and call the person the social worker suggested about navigating my way through the social welfare system without questioning the meaning of life.  In a very strange development, I started out for my, cruising by the mail room.  I decided to see if anything interesting came in the mail when I noticed a rather large open box sitting on top of the locked mail slots.  I know I didn't order anything but I took a look at the address label.  It was addressed to mum.  When I checked out the contents, much to my annoyance, I discovered it was a meal delivery.  Not only was it a meal delivery but it was from a non-kosher source and they were sitting in the mailroom all night.  Needless to say, I saved what I could (water bottles, a bag of rolls, and a banana) and binned the rest.  I tried googling the place that sent it but no real luck so I emailed the city Department of Aging about it.  Strange, no?  Anyway speaking meals, dinnertime.