Called the DVR after breakfast...or tried to. The first number I attempted never went through at all. The second number just went to a box. I finally called Bryanna at Abilities Solutions, who originally gave me the first number. Thank heavens she was in the office. She said they just moved and changed numbers, and no one bothered updating the one online. She e-mailed my counselor at the DVR instead. I just hope he responds fast. I'm going to need help getting loans or help paying a mortgage. I can't stay where I am much longer, and certainly not for another two years. I don't care what the housing market is doing. I need a home of my own.
Spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon watching I Wanna Dance With Somebody. I go further into this biopic of Whitney Houston at my Musical Dreams Movie Reviews blog.
(And I'm going to repeat what I said at my musical blog here. Starting March 1st, I will be consolidating all reviews here. I no longer have the time or desire to write long reviews. I will keep the writing blog, which I only post when I've finished a story. Musical Dreams Movie Reviews will stay up as an archive, but as of February 28th, it will no longer be updated.)
Called Uber at 2:25. They came in 9 minutes. There was no traffic, but I still got there slightly late. I had fewer problems going home. It took 10 minutes for the driver to arrive, not surprising during the height of rush hour.
Actually, I had more trouble with the kids before they went to the library. I had 7 at my table (6 plus one boy who wasn't supposed to be there but wanted to play with the magnetic tiles). I let out quite a yell when I saw the boys peeking in on each other in the bathrooms! I did apologize to them for yelling, but I also pointed out to them when we were all out in the hall that people want privacy in the bathrooms, and that they should not be doing that.
Things went much better after that. It helps that there were only 19 all together today. We were missing teachers, too. Two teachers also called out, including the head teacher. We had an older teacher who usually helps with the older kids and a very sweet new recruit helping out. By the time we moved them to the library, we were down to 14 kids. There was no dancing - the head teacher has the dance music - but one of the teachers did show some of the kids a video on sharks. (The shark is Thomas Sharp School's mascot.) I worked on art for my new Legends of WENN story with some of the boys. We were down to five kids, all of them boys, when we finally cleaned everything up and went back to the cafeteria. Two of them went home at the same time I did.
I did a few chores, including taking out the trash, then waited for Jessa. After she picked me up, we headed to Cherry Hill. We ended up having lunch at IndeBlue, an Indian restaurant at the Barclay Shopping Center on Route 70. This was in West Collingswood, but it apparently moved to Philly for a while before coming back to South Jersey four years ago. It was all soft whites and gold, with an amazing crystal-trimmed gold wooden carving in the back. I ordered something called chicken biryani...but they didn't put the huge plate in front of me, and I ended up eating Jessa's spinach and cheese dish instead. At least it was all very spicy and filling!
Finished the night with Good Times. It's "Springtime In the Ghetto," and Florida is taking part in a cleanest apartment contest. She's sure she'll win, until Michael decides to do something nice for somebody. That "somebody" turns out to be Ned the Wino, the local drunk. He's such a dirty mess, Florida orders her menfolk to clean him up and sober him up, and fast! Good thing one of the women in charge of the judging committee knows him well.
Florida is excited when she comes home and reveals she's been offered a part in "The TV Commercial." Her family may be even more delighted than she is. Thelma tries to teach her voice projection, while J.J just wants money to buy barbells. Their mother isn't so thrilled with what the product she's supposed to be pushing actually contains, especially after she sees what it does to Michael.
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