I’ve not written much lately. There’s been nothing to say, or perhaps it’s more that I’ve not been in the mood to say anything. With Christmas little more than a week away and so much to do, reflecting on all that’s going on in the world is too much effort.
However…yesterday was a shitful day. A bad day can just slap you across the face, like “HEY!! Wake up!!” Yesterday pretty much did that to me. It started off with me oversleeping and racing out the door only to find my car with a flat tire. No time to deal with that, so I was going to drive the old van to work, but the keys weren’t in the expected place. After 20 minutes of frantic searching, I found both sets keys buried on Someone’s dresser under a pile of papers. Later that evening, Someone denied that he left the keys there, even though clearly he was the last one who drove the van. His argument was completely untenable given that children NEVER drive the van and are mostly never home anymore, and I guaran-damn-tee I would never put anything on or near his messy dresser. Evidently, elves hid the keys from me.
Fast-forward to 4:30 PM, and I realized I forgot to order birthday cakes for Erin and Emily. Yes, I could bake cakes but bakery cakes are so much prettier and more convenient. Don’t judge me. I wanted to place the order in person because I couldn’t remember what size to order and I wanted to see some before making a decision. To beat closing time, I left work early in a rush, sped to the bakery, and ordered two cakes just in time. Whew! So finally heading for home, I realized the van was running on fumes. Great! Someone ran out all the gas. I stopped for gas which is no chump-change for a mini-van. Gas prices are low right now, but it still cost me $50+ to fill up.
Alright, so I got home and the car in the driveway reminded me there was a flat tire to deal with. By then it’s dark, sleeting, and blustery cold. Also, UPS delivered a package that afternoon and it was
nowhere to be found. I checked the garage and all around the porch. I checked with neighbors and then blamed Gracie. She has been known to take packages off the porch to chew up in the nether regions of the yard. I got a flashlight and slogged around the entire yard: no package or remains of a package. Then I start thinking a thief may have taken it. Totally bummed out!! The package contained a birthday present for the girls and some Christmas gifts. Anyway, my next step was to drag out a little portable battery jumper\air compressor and re-inflate the tire so I could take it to the tire-place today. It took about 30 minutes, but it worked! That was definitely a blessing because I was not looking forward to jacking the car up and taking the tire off in the cold miserable darkness. (As it turned out, they found two screws and a nail in the tire today at the repair place. Three plugs for $21 and it’s back on the road…but now I wonder if the other tires have hardware in them that hasn’t caused a problem yet).
So last night, by the time the tire was unflat and the compressor put away, I was frozen and wet. My socks and shoes were sopping and my feet were numb from cold. I came in and changed into warm, fuzzy pajamas, fixed a cup of hot tea, and went to my desk to do some work. Behold!!! There was the missing package laying in my chair. Emily had stopped by, picked it up off the porch, and placed it in my chair which is usually the first place I go when I come home from work. No doubt she knew I'd find it there. All’s well that ends well, and so it was yesterday.
Happy birthday to my youngest ladies. Today they are 19 years old. Their boyfriends came over to celebrate with us. All in all, it's been a very quiet evening after a good day.
|Erin is 32 minutes older than Emily.|
|Gracie almost got Erin's cake while we were taking this photo.|