I went on a tour of homes this weekend that were decorated up for Christmas. Or were supposed to be – only a couple of the places really went all out and the rest were just extra fancy. In one case, it was fancy beyond functional – I can’t imagine the people that lived there actually “living” in a space like that. Overall it was pretty and I got some ideas on using glass blocks, but it wasn’t as holiday decorating focused as I expected. And it didn’t suddenly inspire me to decorate my house or anything crazy like that.
Sometime last Thursday is the last time I have a clear recollection of where my checkbook was. It’s normally either in my dining room with my bills tray or in my back pocket if I have to take it with me. I’ve never had problem with it getting loose from my pocket – but the last time I remember it was taking it off the counter and putting it in my pocket. And that’s it.
So, yesterday I went to the bank and transferred the money from my vulnerable checking account to a new one. I got a new checkbook and a new account number and we left some money behind in the old account to cover bills that had already gone out but not cleared.
From there I headed over to post office and then to the payroll office to get my direct deposit sorted out.
I checked my bank online last night and saw that the funds had been moved, but that the new account was not yet set up for me to view. So, I’m a little hesitant to use my debit card until that is sorted out – I’ll check again here in a few.
Fortunately, I’m done with my Christmas shopping. Unfortunately, I don’t keep a lot of food in the house.
So, I’m stressed about my stupid mistake. And my Mom and I recently had a difference of opinion via email that ended with her saying we would talk more when she next saw me. Not looking forward to that one.
The combination has me a little off my game and not really excited about the upcoming holidays. On a brighter note, I finished mile #143 in the pool yesterday. Seven miles to go before I reach my revised goal for the year.