This is King Gussie. He isn’t new; he was acquired some time ago from a charity shop; recently, I’ve adopted him, because I thought that he deserved more attention, being a MerryThought. For personal reasons, I wanted his name to have the initials KG, and I have a tradition of naming soft toys after places, so I reckon that King Gussie fits perfectly. Son wants to shorten his name to Gus …
Fortunately, the second day of accounting proved less dramatic than the first, and included a pleasant discovery – an online savings account has, naturally enough, been accruing interest, of which I have not been keeping track, so our current circumstances are better than I thought they were.
The intention, of course, now, is not to allow myself to fall behind again …
For some reason, the University eschews the holidays earlier in May, and gives us Monday and Tuesday off this week, calling it Victoria Day. I’ve been trying to catch up with what’s been happening to various bank accounts, which for various reasons I haven’t had time recently to check up on. It turns out that one account has been going overdrawn for more than the agreed limit (which in this case isn’t much), and we’re being hit with charges. I’ve written to the manager of our branch to see if he can exercise clemency.
It really isn’t much fun to be spending a holiday at the computer, but I’ll be much happier if I can work out where the money is going, although I’d be even happier if our income exceeded our expenditure …
I wonder if it knows something I don’t …
Thanks, for the concern, and for the prayers …
This is a challenging time; I’m stumbling, indeed, I’ve fallen a few times, but I am still on the road …
… to keep moving forward – I don’t think that we are out of the bit yet …
Bill Bryson, in “Notes from a Small Island” describes being trapped in a train by someone who knows everything about trains, and attributes this person’s demeanor to Asperger’s Syndrome, about which Bill Bryson has just listened to a lecture. Suddenly, everything I want to say has to go through a filter. Already, my condition has been referred to angrily by my dear wife.
Yes, I am different. I know now that I’m different, that my difference has a name. And that I’ve always been different …
They call it, I believe, a paradigm shift. Everything is changing.
Thank you all for your comments, and prayers …
Following tractor girl’s observation that some things are not best said in the public arena, I’m taking the (for me) unprecedented step of publishing an email address. I shall be more than happy to hear from my readers, and may be able to say more in an email than I can here. So, trying to be just a little obscure, I give you jaz at operamail dot com …