In which I ramble on and on about a bunch of different stuff! (Spring fever, yo.)

First of all, Spring! God damn but it’s lovely out this morning. Fields are turning green and everything. Air smells good. Sun is shining. Mmm.

Second, I love Jefferson County Mutual because when I went in yesterday to pay my property insurance bills and one of them was late, the girl looked in a drawer and pulled out some paperwork and said, “Oh, you’re fine. We haven’t done anything with it yet.” What this means is that they did not send a letter to the lawyers nor to the sellers saying the insurance had lapsed, thereby starting a chain of events that would prove to be a royal pain in my arse. (The last time I let the property insurance lapse — accident, not poverty — the sellers freaked out and hired their lawyer to hire the sheriff to come and serve me freakin’ papers. I have no idea why they didn’t just call, for chrissake. They’re really litigious, for hippies.) Anyway, the point is, one of my two payments was late and they didn’t even care. I hereby vow to open any mail from Jeff Co Mutual immediately so as never to let the damn insurance lapse ever again.

Third, I love my modern jazz station over at Pandora. Pandora fucking rocks, although I admit to hoping they build a stand-alone app rather than running exclusively through a browser. I finally figured out how to minimize the player, though, so that helped.

Fourth, I remember reading a mystery once in which an important clue had to do with the spelling of forty on a check. The check had been altered, and it was discovered because what should have read “forty” was actually “fourty,” which means the “ty” had been added by the thief. A glimmer of this thought passes through my mind each and every time I ever spell out the word four or the word forty, and this has been going on for at least twenty years. (Because the mind? Is a terrible thing.)

Fifth, I still hate DST and I want it abolished.

Sixth, is anyone else totally fascinated by Big Love, that new HBO series? I’m hooked. The whole thing is so totally foreign and weird and fascinating. I love how they’ve got their own strange culty jargon and behaviours, just like any other religion I’ve ever been around. I love watching the wives fight. It’s great.