Well, Netflix scored a hit tonight. I asked for foreign romantic comedies and ended up with one about a hairdressing salon in Beirut, Lebanon called Caramel. For those of us who think we have the picture about women in the Middle East, this is a lovely movie.

Oh, and I got some actual gardening in, too. Deadheading the roses as well as the hydrangeas. We're keeping Danielle's three bunny rabbits and JF felt bad for them in the rain, so he built a roof for them.

Raf saw his future apartment today and declared it quite nice. I got the ruling on the savings account under the control of The Man from Birmingham. I was afraid they'd see that that money and have some idea that it belonged to Raf. Here's how it works. He's disabled and also makes very little money at his dishwashing job, so he's entitled to Supplemental Security Income (SSI.) Except if he works and makes money, the govt reduces his monthly check by roughly half of what he made working. BUT, if you have a Plan to Achieve Self-Sufficiency (PASS), they will allow you to open a savings account and put "their" money into it every month. Do not imagine it is YOUR money; it isn't. But with a bunch of bureaucratic locksteps, they WILL let you spend it on what they have determined is in line with your PLAN. For Raf, that means he can pay for his college classes. His expensive animation software. Maybe, one of these days, a new computer.

But heaven forbid the housing people think it's HIS money. He'd be positively RICH. But...luckily...this branch of the government money doesn't think THAT branch is Raf's money, so his rent for the new place is probably going to be reasonable.

So we're percolating along here. JF got in last night. It's different around here now, but it's also back to what passes for normal around here. Check out that movie.