For the record

I am much too kind.

The reason I say this today: Someone who owes me lots of money, when I asked when I could expect said money, told me that they were certain I'd destroyed some of their property (specifically, putting clean clothes which shouldn't have been dried into the dryer) which they claim was worth more than what they owe me. The person never told anyone about this ruination of clothing before, I don't recall this incident (putting clothes in a dryer? as if this doesn't happen every day around here?), and, well, putting other people's clothes in the dryer is pretty much standard procedure in this house on the assumption that any valuable clothes would have been removed from the washer before they got in another housemate's way.

Upon being told this, I said: Since you're sure the incident happened, I'm not sure the incident happened, let's say that you can pay me half of what you owe me rather than the full amount. The person agreed to this plan readily--rather more readily than I would expect from someone who was certain that I owed them more money than they owed me. I think I've been had.

What would you have done?

But good things happen

Earlier this week, I got hold of an old friend I hadn't heard from in years. As a matter of fact, I'd had this rather insistent voice in my head last Monday telling me to call her, in spite of the fact that I didn't have a number for her and wasn't at all sure which state she was living in. Still, I located a likely phone number, called her, and had a great time catching up. Need to call her again tomorrow--we need to get together sometime before she moves out of the country. (Yes, it really was good that I called her when I did!)

It's a beautiful day today if you happen to like cool, rainy weather. A June morning with a wind chill factor was a nice change of pace, and my evening walk featured many lovely mud puddles to skirt around. I like it. The cicadas don't seem too happy about it, poor things--they're willing to crawl around a bit, but they won't sing or fly.

Started reading John Gribbin's Schrödinger's Kittens and the Search for Reality yesterday. Mmm... quantum theory is tasty.

Also, I still have brownies.

Also, I still have brownies.