So Scott mowed the jungle we call "yard" yesterday. We live on one of 2 main highways through town, so mowing is necessarily preceded by clean-up of garbage that people carelessly throw out their windows as they pass the house - and of course, clean-up of the mess the neighbor's dog drags into my yard from their garbage can, or ours or, well, someone's anyway.
Clean-up yesterday brought us a treasure - a county beer and wine license! yay we can sell beer and wine legally now! Or, well, we could, if we were the Monroe Jaycees. Of course, we aren't. What we are is nice enough to find who was president and find his email in their listing and email him to let him know we'd found it.
I mean, otherwise they'd have to re-do all the paperwork and repay the fees or some such thing, and I wouldn't wish county-style red-tape on anyone.
Anyway, he, or one of his representatives will be stopping by to pick it up later. I don't think I've ever had a city official over to the house before - hell I'm not even sure he IS a city official. Should I be nervous? I'm not, but I can be if it would be more proper...
To be honest, in a charitable selfish sort of way, I'm thinking this man might be a great man to befriend for a contact for the Poetic Acceptance charity? If for no other reason than to let me know where the fat pocketbooks in town are - isn't the Jaycees a charity type organization?
Shit,if I'd have slept more than one hour in the last 36 I might know the answer to that question.
Speaking of the charity - I got my first shipment of actual merchandise today, which made it feel all that much more solid, no longer an empty promise I'd paid lip-service to for the last 4 years. I also got a bit more support in the way of discounts on items at various online stores. Now if only there were money in my pocket with which to make use of said discounts!
Patience Erin, patience!