How hard is it to lose the ability to comprehend dates? 'Cause I got that skill down pat. I'm a pro. No matter how many times I am told that my brunch date is Saturday, I blank it out and say Sunday in my brain. I keep trying to make other plans for Saturday, as if I was completely free. Good thing I put it in my phone. I'll probably be panicking Saturday morning, trying to throw on clothes and hope I look halfway presentable when the phone tells me it starts in 15 minutes.
Apparently I can't read dates in letters either. I had a window of four days when I was supposed to respond to a document request, so my previous insurance company could do an audit of my (exorbitant) premium. I thought I had much more time, from the 1st to the 13th. Whoops. It was 1st to the 4th. The auditor called me this afternoon and asked about it. Thank goodness she was a friendly woman, and we had a nice chat about working real estate and property management. Then I got my ancient laptop out and fought with it a couple of hours, to be able to provide a profit and loss statement and monthly earnings for the insured period. At least it's done now, and a big item crossed off the June list.
I hand-watered all the plants in containers with a watering can, and a strong-ish concentration of Super Thrive. I owe them more regular feedings than they get. I'll try to be better. While I was on the porch, I saw the very first signs of life in a dumpster plant I've been trying to save for at least six months. It's an Australian umbrella plant that someone chopped the top from, and Mr S-P rescued the bottom of it from a heap of plants that some other teacher had discarded. I potted it and kept watering it, and put it on the porch, hoping for a new growth point eventually. As of now, it is officially alive. I'm so proud.
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