And Then ...

We did finally get the TV to work last night. Stupid us, we had the cable from the digital cable box connected to the thing on the TV that was labeled DIGITAL CABLE INPUT, and not to the thing labeled ANALOG ANTENNA INPUT. Once we connected the digital cable signal to the analog antenna port, it all worked jim-dandy. Go figure. And the DVD plays, too, as evidenced by my coming home before and finding K watching the School House Rock videos. All of them. They're still running.

So I did my normal Saturday cleaners and ShopRite, and then headed over to R's old place to help her finish cleaning. But she had really done everything -- the bathroom was perfect; she should come do that here -- so all I had to do was countertop cleaning in the kitchen. We moved the last of the stuff to her car or mine, and I finally got to meet her batshit old landlady, my first chance to do so although the kid has lived there for just about a year. This is the elderly lady who is not shy about voicing her thoughts on Italians -- they work hard, Jews -- they're very good with money, and "colored people", most of whom, in her opinion, are lazy. And this is all more the curious because a) she has shared these opinions with R (whom she does not suspect to be half Jewish) and R's former roommate, who is black, and b) the old lady is herself black. Hence our determination of her 100% batshitness. Okay, R's done with her.

So R came home with me to unload some of the stuff that's moving back in -- hey, wait a minute -- and do her laundry. But she's passing on dinner tonight with the ILs, leaving K undecided, since she would then be the only grandchild who could make it. R has more and more to do over at her new place, settling in, and is visiting a friend out-of-state over Sunday night, so.

R, in the meantime, has no cable, TV or Internet, for a week, because her goofy cable company couldn't just transfer her account -- she only moved a few blocks away -- and have to send someone.

I, in the meantime, am pretty achy and sore from yesterday, but not nearly as bad as I expected to be. So that's good. The headache is still deciding whether or not to afflict me today; it's not sure.

So that's my Saturday. Dinner out tonight. Talk to you tomorrow.

watching School House Rock :: entry #1475