a day in the life of piano monkey

this year's been weird. bizarre enough that everyone lost something.  an abstract loss- of perceived sense of freedom, of certain projected future, or a definitive, objective loss- of self-identity, jobs and careers, routines and loved ones, or loss that is so vast that it cannot be defined just yet, because it IS still ongoing, this may be the first thing to agree in 2021- that we all lost (something) in 2020. of course, like mushrooms that come up during the cusp of fall and winter, more thoughts will come up, post-2020. and yes, there'll be positives too.  im not downplaying the silver lining.  just that it's okay to grieve if you are grieving. my heart goes out to people who lost, and are in process of losing- whatever it may be, whoever it may be- i have one fewer person to greet tomorrow, 01 january 2021, than a year ago. as i may make myself a ricecake soup- a korean traditional tteokguk, signifying- a year older. a year gone. both negatives and positives. and everyt

so my parents are in process of moving part of their money to my credit union. my dad's been suspecting that sometimes, professionals who work for immigrant communities exclusively, are often too comfortable with clients' trust (and their limited resources for fact-check things in second/third language), and that leads to missed details, etc. so though moving their $ to my cu would mean free running around for them (by me), i thought at least i should do this for them. *remind me that i did say yes, i would help, cuz i think i prob swear about that at some future point HA HA HA. and so dad's things' in transit, and we were to look into mom (as she missed in-person appt due to back problem); and then suddenly, a text from my $ manager: hey can i call? okay, sure!  first thing he says: hey im sorry me: what? huh? what happened? he then explains that cu just recently got on with upcoming promo where rrsps being transferred will be eligible for 1% bonus starting 2021 jan. a