a bipolar sort of day
September 07, 2005, 8:57 P.M.
Well, so much for last night�s possibilities. By the time I ran to the grocery store, came home, handled a phone call from my sister-in-law, and put up a nutritious meal (re-barbequed leftover ribs, oven-roasted fingerling potatoes, and fresh green beans washed and snapped and steamed and buttered) for Spouse to re-heat for his dinner, and stumbled through the bare minimum of evening routine tasks, I was nearly comatose, and really didn�t seem to get anything for me out of the whole business.
The phone call from my sister-in-law was about my parents 50th anniversary...plus �how hard it is to make ends meet�, and some talk about the kids.
MyNiece loves the community college she�s going to, and it�s pretty much �High School Part II�. Which, in fact, rocks for her, as she was a High School Diva. MyNephew is a freshman this year, and warming the bench in football. He is one of my three nephews the same age, and everyone of them is a towering man-mountain AND a squidgy-hearted lamb with absolutely NO killer instinct whatever. But he really loves football, and longs to be out on the field.
Another topic was the fact that their beautiful little neighborhood, next to the school and the church, full of lovingly tended houses and lawns--has been ruined by the woman in the house across the street. The scourge of rural America strikes again. Bitch done been runnin� a meth lab. All it takes is one bone-stupid, lazy, spoiled lowlife to bring the whole damn neighborhood down, dammit. My heart breaks for them, and their neighbors. Neighborhoods are destroyed by things other than storms, sometimes.
Makes me feel a little better about the illegal daycare/marijuana dealership/whorehouse next door to me, though.
Now, on to today--GAAAAHHHHH!!!!
Okay. That's better.
What a nipple-twister of a day. Not all bad, but way more hectic than I would wish.
I woke up at four with an anxiety attack, where I was convinced Spouse had written a check for $500 more than the entire bank balance. I mean I was convinced. I actually woke him up to bitch at him about it.
He was pretty sure that I'd lost my mind. Because that was just...way out there. Of course, I was delusional. I don't know what the heck that was all about, but it did me out of my last hour's sleep, dammit. Raji got in bed with me and tried to get me settled down, but I was pretty much up at that point.
The next bit of evil came at 8:30. A co-worker came over and told me that she'd noticed my left rear tire going flat when she came in. So I ran downstairs and out to the parking lot--sure enough, it was losing air fast. Ahh, damndamndamn! Stressing, I stopped at the smoking area and power-smoked, while leaving the sleeping Spouse a phone message, and headed back to my desk.
Where it was either a great day, or a terrible day, depending on your point of view. I'm sure that the coders didn't think it was so hot...I was writing up bugs right, left, and center. But when you are a tester, that means it's a good day.Luckily, I didn't have to cope with the weirdness of a good day for long. I had two meetings that were basically just my boss and others listing project after project that we are getting dumped on us for the annual end-of-year hellfest. (Here we go again, another year where it is proved that my company is TERRIBLE when it comes to tech matters.)
Spouse came out and changed my tire for me, as the retro-rocket has a truck-style, "UNDER the car" spare stowage. Took up pretty much all of my lunch hour, between helping him do it, and listening to him bitch about it.
No peace in the evening, either. Instead of being at home in blessed solitude and doing my own thing, I got to risk being run over, limping along at about 52 mph on a temporary spare. And take the car to the tire repair shop. Where the day took another upswing, in the form of a blonde, muscular sweetie with twinkly blue eyes, who plugged my tire and put it back on, stowed the spare for me, and took about eight minutes to do it all. For a total charge of $7.91*. NOT a misprint. I love my tire place! They are friendly (and cute!), lightning-fast, do great work, and are dirt cheap.
Where the hell do they get off, behaving like that in this day and age?!
*Blondie got a five dollar tip on an eight dollar repair, though...the hottie!
After that, I spent another couple of hours shopping for, and putting together, personal care packs for hurricane relief. Gallon-sized zipper bags with shampoo, soap, washcloth, toothbrush & paste, deodorant, comb, razors, and shave cream. I also bought a bunch of maxi-pads and baby wipes to send along (to me, the very definition of having nothing is not having a pad for your period). I did as many as I could swing, but it looks so puny when I see the size of the need. I spent the money I had saved towards my new storage cupboard, but fuck it.
�Not having enough places to put my stuff� has lost its problem status in a hurry, when I really look at things.One of the women at work is part of a group that is sending a tractor trailer rig down to Baton Rouge on Friday, so we are all working to make sure it goes down there full. I also offered to haul stuff in the rocket on Friday afternoon, if she needs help getting our work donations to the collection site.
This is where I�d put my opinion of Barbara Bush, if the voodoo juju would let me. Well, I will say this, about me--If it was my womb that was responsible for unleashing multiple antichrists upon this nation and this world, I do believe I would be keeping my head down and my Big. Mouth. SHUT!
Sooo, I�m pretty beat at this point. I put all the trash and recycling out on the curb, had a frozen entree just to call me fed, and now I�m wishing that we would just get the damn rain, already! We are getting yet another rainless storm. It gets cloudy, thunders, lightnings, knocks out the satellite signal, upsets my dog, and spits about three insipid drops of rain. Dangit.
GYM REPORT: None
My gym--and my lunch break overall, was devoted to getting the tire changed on my car.
Reading: I gave up on �Make Love The Bruce Campbell Way�, but I'm enjoying �Daisy Fay and the Miracle Man�. Listening: XM, 70's on 7. Today offered up such chestnuts as "Say, Has Anybody Seen My Sweet Gypsy Rose?", from Tony Orlando & Dawn, "Reunited" from Peaches & Herb, and that paean to porno, "More More More", by porn actress Andrea True (The Andrea True Connection).
Beading: Currently Inactive
One Year Ago, I wasdipping gingersnaps.