So I limped in to work 6 45. Schedule is light, as they said, and I managed to get off at 11 15. I then drove to 12000 Hawthorne Blvd, where IHSS is located. NO LUCK. No one to take the copy of Violet's SS, no one to talk to no one to anything, so I came home and stopped at the Post Office and MAILED a copy AGAIN.
KR had a heck of a day. John Macy drove up to LAX directly as he HAD to get a Covid test before he is to fly, and then he drove back to our house to return the car, but he forgot a hand bag in the garage so KR asked Kurt to come to CHUCK E Cheese to drop off and they raced back to the airport. Kurt had a final too. It all got accomplished. And then KR said there is something wrong with the car. The Odyssey goes CLUNK when you go fast from 2nd to 3rd gear. Ok from 1st to 2nd. So we called Mike Grady.
A voice from the past.
His wife Patty had passed away September 2019 from lung cancer. OH WOW We dropped the car of and he will tell us what is wrong with it. It has been a work horse so we want to keep that car.
We had dinner. Not really. Violet brought a whole duck and steak and all kinds of food. TOO MUCH FOOD. I also sent to Dena's house and picked up more food. My back is pretty tired from keeping myself upright. I went to bed and was asleep in no time.
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