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[Tiny Filter] Locks status: changed.
Oct. 13th, 2008 02:42 pmFriday I stopped by Home Depot to check price some lock sets, and it looked like my three exterior doors would be $180 combined; they didn't have anything cheaper than about $30 a lock. That's ridiculously expensive, so I called a locksmith to give me a quote, which ended up being ($45 for the trip out + ($8 / cylinder * 9 cylinders)) = $117, which, while a great deal cheaper, was still pretty pricey. So Saturday morning I stopped by Lowe's and they had lock sets for $28 a door.
I had told the little cwab that I was changing locks out Saturday morning, so naturally she scheduled Saturday afternoon to come pick up her bed (she's taking her late teen years to explore the "ass" in passive-aggressive). Then her biological parents got into a fight about whether the bed was heading to his house or her house after leaving my house, and he said if it wasn't going to his house he wasn't taking it, and it remains at my house as of this writing. But it's in the garage, so Mrs Cwabs with her garage door opener can retrieve it at some point this week. I hope. In any case, the locks got changed out Sunday morning.
October 15 is tax day for procrastinators; our situation being what it is, I figured a good dose of "married filing separately" would be in order for Mrs. Cwabs and I. To that end I met her for a quick bite last night and discussion of who's claiming what, and how to deduct mileage and sales taxes and set up a payment plan. I told her that her ex-husband had told me that he'd be suing for full custody of the kids, thanks to her change in marital state; an act that's mostly symbolic, but carries with it the promise of hitting her with a child support payment to compensate for the years he was supposed to pay child support (and mostly didn't). Nobody knows how that ugly situation is going to turn out, but her ex has a vindictive streak that she should have considered when abandoning her family to go have fun times with her new friends.
That her daughter might be collaborating with her ex-husband to thwart her plans for carefree living seemed to hit Amy hard. After a phone call where she discovered that she no longer had any control whatsoever in her daughter's life, she had a tiny breakdown in my garage. I feel sorry for her, but it's really reached "you made your bed, now you've got to lie in it" status--a year of abandonment and neglect has forced the little cwab to resort to some pretty extreme measures in the name of self-sufficiency.
Some good things to counterbalance all the poison:
I had told the little cwab that I was changing locks out Saturday morning, so naturally she scheduled Saturday afternoon to come pick up her bed (she's taking her late teen years to explore the "ass" in passive-aggressive). Then her biological parents got into a fight about whether the bed was heading to his house or her house after leaving my house, and he said if it wasn't going to his house he wasn't taking it, and it remains at my house as of this writing. But it's in the garage, so Mrs Cwabs with her garage door opener can retrieve it at some point this week. I hope. In any case, the locks got changed out Sunday morning.
October 15 is tax day for procrastinators; our situation being what it is, I figured a good dose of "married filing separately" would be in order for Mrs. Cwabs and I. To that end I met her for a quick bite last night and discussion of who's claiming what, and how to deduct mileage and sales taxes and set up a payment plan. I told her that her ex-husband had told me that he'd be suing for full custody of the kids, thanks to her change in marital state; an act that's mostly symbolic, but carries with it the promise of hitting her with a child support payment to compensate for the years he was supposed to pay child support (and mostly didn't). Nobody knows how that ugly situation is going to turn out, but her ex has a vindictive streak that she should have considered when abandoning her family to go have fun times with her new friends.
That her daughter might be collaborating with her ex-husband to thwart her plans for carefree living seemed to hit Amy hard. After a phone call where she discovered that she no longer had any control whatsoever in her daughter's life, she had a tiny breakdown in my garage. I feel sorry for her, but it's really reached "you made your bed, now you've got to lie in it" status--a year of abandonment and neglect has forced the little cwab to resort to some pretty extreme measures in the name of self-sufficiency.
Some good things to counterbalance all the poison:
- The Sweeney Todd Sitzprobe was yesterday, and for a tiny orchestra it's sounding good. I wasn't on the guys end of the stage, but was instead in the principals section in front of the ladies, and they mostly rocked. I'm hoping the lack of bass was just distance, though.
- The word Sitzprobe is new to me as of a couple weeks ago, and is not German for "colonoscopy," as much as it ought to be.
- The Wal-Mart Neighborhood Market (which is the nearest grocery store, haters) is once again carrying Conecuh Smoked Sausage, which means that on Monday I might just make up some Red Beans & Rice.
- I bought a new router on Saturday, and I can once again surf at home without resorting to stealing the neighbor's wifi or schlepping my laptop into the office.
