Of late, I have been busy, which is a good thing. I don't think I realized how un-busy I was until I got busy again. To be clear, I am not crazy busy, just enough to give my days a bit of direction. The motive behind this new busy-ness was to make a little extra $$ to take on our vacation in October. (Can you hear the angels singing? Yes indeed, we are heading to our beloved Minnesota. I am counting the days, people, counting the days.)So, I decided to Mystery Shop.
For those unfamiliar, go ahead and google. The short version is I go into a retail store with a pre-specified list of things to look for, mostly relating to customer service. I then go home and fill out an online form reporting what I discovered. It takes a couple of skills I have, like being observant and writing. There is a lot of writing involved. What is nice is that I chose what jobs I want and the days I want to do them. Right now I've been picking up a job a day. Last week I had three days that I had multiple shops. It's not rocket science, but it can be challenging and I like it. Did you know that every single US Post Office gets mystery shopped every week? I wonder if the employees in Loves Park know that?
In family news, this little bug begins pre-school next week. I got to go along to registration which was held in the gym of her new school. (Marsh for those of you local.) She was a little tentative at first and hung on to my arm for a bit while Kysa filled out the tome of paperwork. After awhile she started to get more comfortable and walk around a little. I'm glad I don't have to take her on the first day. If she cried there is no way I could leave her there. Being a Nana has made me a big softie. I even got a little emotional thinking of her little self being in that big school. She is so wee. Tiny, but fierce!
We hung out with Cal for awhile on Sunday morning.
I'm telling you true that I have never been around such a happy child. A smile is his first response to everything. He went down for his nap without a peep and otherwise just played happily on the blankets with Papa. I can't say it enough times; we are truly blessed.
This somewhat awkward (he is laying beneath Tom's desk) and truly pathetic picture is of Sam. Poor Sam is suffering with his allergies, and when I say suffering I mean it in terms of real misery. He is absolutely miserable. His entire body is red and itches to the point of him scratching wounds or licking bloody sores. His eyes are gucky and swollen and his poor nose runs all the time. Other years we have been able to give him prednisone to deal with the worst of the symptoms, but this year we have him on rimadyl (sp?) for his hip pain and the two are not compatible. The vet came this morning and we have a new plan of attack which seems to be easing him a bit. Send good thoughts his way, poor guy.
That's about it....the Muttville update. Anybody reading anything good right now? I need some suggestions.