Tired, as in shoulders-hunched tired. Shoveled a good amount with Figgy and H., but then our snow angel, neighbor Sally, came over at about 10 or 10:30 and finished the really long driveway with the snow blower she borrowed from her next-door neighbors up the road.
I'm thinking I better drop off a thank you, maybe brownies or biscotti or something, we'll see.
Haven't seen Dad in over a week, but he's wanting a corned beef on rye with mustard, so I hope to bring him one tomorrow.
Good thing today: Figgy wanted to go to the bank to open her own savings account [separate from the one where she gives me 15 percent of her baby-sitting or portrait earnings, for college]. She had saved $100 cash and handed it over. I'm proud of her. She said she wants to save it in case she wants to buy something big, or maybe take a trip the summer before college. Or maybe I'll use it to get my first tattoo when I'm eighteen, she said, mostly just to rib me [I think].
I must go to sleep.
Good night.
I'm thinking I better drop off a thank you, maybe brownies or biscotti or something, we'll see.
Haven't seen Dad in over a week, but he's wanting a corned beef on rye with mustard, so I hope to bring him one tomorrow.
Good thing today: Figgy wanted to go to the bank to open her own savings account [separate from the one where she gives me 15 percent of her baby-sitting or portrait earnings, for college]. She had saved $100 cash and handed it over. I'm proud of her. She said she wants to save it in case she wants to buy something big, or maybe take a trip the summer before college. Or maybe I'll use it to get my first tattoo when I'm eighteen, she said, mostly just to rib me [I think].
I must go to sleep.
Good night.
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