The Pensioner walked in today after 18 days away. He was on the phone with his brother and the question was, “Did we get that car insurance rebate yet?” Such a wonderful greeting.

The deal is our state has ordered the insurance companies to rebate $400 per vee-hickle for mumble-mumble-pandemic-reason. We have two vee-hickles. And no we haven’t gotten the check yet. I looked online and our insurance company had NOTHING about it. I’m sure they don’t want to call attention to it. I did find a news article saying it would be sent out beginning in the second quarter but some people have already gotten theirs. I mean, it’s $800 dollars. That’s not chump change but it isn’t gonna break the bank if we don’t get it immediately. (I’m not trying to make light of this. I know there are people who need every cent they can get their hands on and I’ve been there.)

Then there was a bunch of rummaging around in the Landfill Chitchen, thankfully I wasn’t in a meeting or I couldn’t have heard anything. That culminated in Himself carrying a bag of trash and an plastic water bottle into TeleCubelandia to ask if I recycled water bottles. I am Garbage Woman and yes I do but it’s complicated. I take the CAP off because Recycle Ann Arbor doesn’t like caps. I do NOT crush it (he was in the process of crushing it). I’m not sure whether that makes any difference or not. I mean, we throw all of our recycle into a big cart outside the front door. I’m thinking it might be easier for their musheens to sort recyclables if a bottle is not crushed? But who knows.

It wasn’t until later that I noticed he has once again grown a John Bolton mustache. This was an early pandemic phenomenon but he eventually shaved it. It’s baaaaaack!

Things I don’t do while he’s gone: drink coffee in the morning (or any time) and listen to satty-lite radio on the pod in the evening. Things I don’t do while he’s here: worry about the frickin’ smoke alarm going off in the middle of the night for NO REASON and worry about dungeon lakes. Actually I don’t really worry about dungeon lakes that much even though I hate dealing with plumbing problems. I HATE HATE HATE our smoke alarm system. I’m pretty sure it CHIRPED once and I braced myself for a bunch of shrieking and “fire, fire, get out,” like what it did early one morning last fall. Fortunately it didn’t do that.

P.S. I lied in the first paragraph. He did give me a “well hello there” when he first came in. The car insurance thing was the second time. Also, I don’t really know anything about the pic. It’s just something he sent me from O-haaa-o.

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