Technology Will Be The Death Of Me Yet Which Is Fine Because I Won't Have To Deal With Technology

Another picture of Maurice? 
Ho-hum.

The reason I am posting it is because it's the only picture I took today besides a picture of a shower insert and I KNOW you do not need to see that.

Today has been the suck. And I can't believe I am complaining about my day when parts of Washington state are crumbling in the unceasing rain they're getting, and there are wars going on, and people are dealing with real horrors but you know me- none of that ever stopped me from having a good bitch fest. 

I woke up to find Mr. Moon already deep into answering questions on a form as thick as a small novel which is intended to help us begin to set up trusts for the children in the extremely minuscule possibility that we'll die at some point. I have the hardest time in the world filling out forms like that. Not because I really think I'll never die but because (a) I know I will, and (b) I want our wishes to be so completely covered in all ways so that no one is hurt, there are no unfairnesses, and the children will have the least amount of trouble dealing with all that shit. 
Also, (c), I don't know the answers to half those questions. 
And to be faced with that before I've had one sip of coffee at a moment when my morning angst is registering an eight out of ten, AND I know this is the day I have set aside to deal with the bank situation, the insurance situation, and THE CHRISTMAS PRESENT situation, is really too much to ask of me. 

I recoiled in horror. 

Glen assured me that I didn't have to fill out the form today and advised me that I was going to just have to do some research and neither of those things comforted me in the least. Please understand that not once in our relationship of over forty-two years, has this man lain in bed and complained about having to get up. Not when he was working, not when he goes hunting or fishing, not when he has to be at the airport so early that dawn is a hardly believable rumor. 
So I guess it's a bit difficult to grasp the way a normal person might struggle with coming to an understanding with the universe about how to live another day. 

I got the health insurance thing covered. All I needed was a new card because I probably threw the one they sent me away and it's just about the end of the year and god forbid I have a kidney stone event or break my leg when I don't have a current card. But this was not so difficult although of course I did have to deal with the phone bots and "Tell me how we can help you today!" shit. 

The bank thing? Holy fuck. I'm trying to do something which should be so simple but up until now, seems to be a major problem with the bank I'm dealing with. Mr. Moon had to go through the same process but in his case, the guy who helped him get a new card was able to do it all in a day whereas I've been back to the bank three times now and have been told that I need to download the mobile app and get this situation solved there or call the number on the back of my card for help. 
I have downloaded the fucking mobile app. Do I find anywhere on that site where my actual problem is addressed? No, I do not. And the bots absolutely do not understand what I'm asking about and getting through to a human was a task that strained the very last ounce of reasonable human response I had. Finally, I did. This occurred just when the refrigerator repair guy (oh yeah- that too) was trying to tell me that there is no reason my refrigerator seems to be leaking very small amounts of water onto my floor which is going to create even more rot around here. 
"I'm sorry," I said to him. "I need to talk to this person. I finally got a human!" 
He understood. 
The human seemed to grasp the situation but she told me that no, I could not deal with the problem via the mobile app but had to go to the website or she could send me a form to fill out- ANOTHER FORM- which I know I have already filled out. 
I told her to go ahead and send the form and then I went to the web site and I THINK I may have gotten it almost straightened out but then I glitched because I'd signed "AGREE" to a fifty page document which of course I did not read but which may have included giving over my eldest grandson to Beelzebub who will then train him in the ways of Crypto. 
I have no idea what I'm talking about. 
ANYWAY I shall be going back to the bank. Again. 

I did order the yearly Virgin of Guadalupe calendars and three stainless steel WhirleyPops. One for us and two for the families who preferred those over the Tupperware Heritage collection. No worries about the kids reading this. They know. 
I am slowly getting there and as always, I have waited until the last damn moment because it stresses me out to an unbelievably inappropriate degree to deal with any sort of Christmas stuff. 

I just texted with Lily who is also stressing out (and who the hell isn't and if you aren't, please just don't talk about it here) and I said, "Oh Lord, can't we be Muslim?" and she texted back, "Or JW's," meaning Johova’s Witnesses. 
"Well yes, there you go!" I said to her. "Although would we have to go witness and shit? We could just SAY we're JW's." 
I'd apologize for being such a heretic but I refuse. And anyone who comes here to visit for more than a week knows what my beliefs about religion are. 

And so it goes. Mr. Moon is over there at Lake Seminole, putting up something in the bathroom which involves cutting boards. He is about to eat some of the oyster stew I made for him to take. Say what you will about my attitude towards the cabin, I make sure the man will eat and generally, something I've made. I know he loves that and I love him. 

Tomorrow I plan to go back to the bank, pick up a present for Maggie at Costco, and...I don't know. I have no idea. Oh yeah! Go to the library! No pottery tomorrow because we're between sessions. I look at my fish spoon rests and they make me want to get back in that studio and enjoy more playtime. Soon. 

As to Keithmas, which happens tomorrow, I tried for like forty-five minutes to find one of my favorite videos of the ovation Keith got in Argentina when they played there on their last South American tour. In it, Keith gets so overcome by emotion when the massive crowd sings the Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole song to him for so long that the the entire concert is paused and Ronnie Wood has to comfort him. 
I know there's a good clip somewhere but damn if I can find it. 
So I'll just give you this one which someone in the crowd obviously took and it's not very good in that it does not have the old boy in focus on the Jumbotron or whatever that is. 
Still. It's what I have. I would advise starting around 1:11. 

He is beloved all over the world. 

Even in Lloyd. 

Love...Ms. Moon