We took the dogs for a spin around the block last night and followed it up by piling them into the truck and taking them to Jake’s in Decatur for ice cream. Well, the dogs didn’t have ice cream, that would be silly. We sat on the veranda with Genghis and Quincy excited to sniff new smells and slurped our giant waffle cones quite happily until the mosquitos began to come out to plague us.
This afternoon I have to go back to the USCIS processing unit to have my fingerprints taken again. I’m not too impressed about that, especially because I received another letter on Saturday which tells me to go have them done again next month and gives me a prearranged appointment. This is ludicrous considering the hassle to get today’s appointment (had to call representative at 8am on the dot only and got through as soon as the recorded messages were removed only to be told that all appointments being booked that day were already taken and to call again tomorrow) and what’s the point in having to go twice? Am hoping that this will be resolved for me today and I won’t have to have it done again afterall.
1888 Braeburn Circle is a tip at the moment. Last week I had a big overhaul of the office and moved the futon into it to make it more cosy and give us somewhere to lounge as we do spend most of our time in there. I rearranged the desk and computers so that the air conditioning unit could be reinstalled into the window and the office is now looking great and is a much more reasonable temperature. However, in the process I had to move the piles of Bill’s tools and some other clutter into the front room, which is where they still lay, unloved and homeless. The house is so gloomy it’s depressing and I don’t know where to put any of that stuff so at the moment when we get home we open the front door, run straight through the living room with blinkers on and dash into the office, which is a little haven.