Good Grief!!! Over 20,000 hits on my journal! Of course, I probably check back a dozen times a day, so a lot of the hits are mine.
Here's a little nugget of small-town life, for those of you who live in the big, anonymous city: Cliff's check is direct-deposited into our little bank, and every Friday, we go through the drive-up and write a check for $100 cash, Cliff's gasoline-and-spending-money. Last week our renter paid all the rent except for $25, so I wrote Cliff's check out for $75, knowing he'd be getting $25 from Vicki. As the lady at the drive-up window handed Cliff his cash, she looked knowingly across at me and said, "So, you cut his allowance this week, eh?" Had I been thinking faster, I'd have said, "Yes, but I'll let him take it out in trade", or "Yes I did; he's been a bad boy!" What I actually said was, "We're expecting the $25 from another source." Geesh. I am explaining to a bank teller why Cliff isn't getting his usual amount of money? The funny thing is, it doesn't bother me. I like that aspect of small-town life, the part where everyone knows your business.