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lydamorehouse) wrote2017-10-16 09:51 am
lydamorehouse) wrote2017-10-16 09:51 am
Monday, Full of Monday Things
Death by a thousand cuts? Eh, probably not, but today didn't exactly start out as smoothly as I'd planned.
We're getting geared up for a trip to visit the in-laws in Indiana and I had wanted to get the car checked over before we took it on the road. I dropped everyone off as usual at work/school, and headed for Dave's Auto. I asked them when they might have time for me, but, alas, it was not today. In fact, probably not until Wednesday, which I agreed to, forgetting that I had to work. It occurred to me half-way home, and when I reached for my cell phone to call them back to cancel, I realized that I'd forgotten my phone at home. I gave up and got myself a conciliatory coffee at Cladaugh and then made my way back home.
Having had planned to spend my day dealing with the car, I was at a bit of a loss as to what to do, but--you know, it's not like there's a shortage of things to be done, so I'm currently sitting at the laundromat waiting on a final load of rag rugs to finish washing. Then, I'm going to dash over to the Super Valu or whatever the gas station is across the way and vacuum out the car in prep for the trip.
We're not even entirely sure we're going to do this trip, after all. Yesterday wen we were pulling out the air-conditioner to take back up to the attic for the season, Shawn's back went out again. She's in the delicate phase, where she FEELS like she can do all the things, but one wrong move will set her all the way back. She did the ONE WRONG MOVE. If she's not feeling better by tonight, we will likely cancel the trip because 10 hours in a car is _not good_ for the back.
Mason and I were sort of looking forward to the road trip, because ROAD TRIP! Plus, I was going to make a special effort this time to find postcards of Indiana to send to my various pen pals. But, we might still be on--even though it will mean leaving without having a chance to have the car looked over. Fingers crossed for things to turn out for whatever is best.
Okay, I think that's my buzzer.
We're getting geared up for a trip to visit the in-laws in Indiana and I had wanted to get the car checked over before we took it on the road. I dropped everyone off as usual at work/school, and headed for Dave's Auto. I asked them when they might have time for me, but, alas, it was not today. In fact, probably not until Wednesday, which I agreed to, forgetting that I had to work. It occurred to me half-way home, and when I reached for my cell phone to call them back to cancel, I realized that I'd forgotten my phone at home. I gave up and got myself a conciliatory coffee at Cladaugh and then made my way back home.
Having had planned to spend my day dealing with the car, I was at a bit of a loss as to what to do, but--you know, it's not like there's a shortage of things to be done, so I'm currently sitting at the laundromat waiting on a final load of rag rugs to finish washing. Then, I'm going to dash over to the Super Valu or whatever the gas station is across the way and vacuum out the car in prep for the trip.
We're not even entirely sure we're going to do this trip, after all. Yesterday wen we were pulling out the air-conditioner to take back up to the attic for the season, Shawn's back went out again. She's in the delicate phase, where she FEELS like she can do all the things, but one wrong move will set her all the way back. She did the ONE WRONG MOVE. If she's not feeling better by tonight, we will likely cancel the trip because 10 hours in a car is _not good_ for the back.
Mason and I were sort of looking forward to the road trip, because ROAD TRIP! Plus, I was going to make a special effort this time to find postcards of Indiana to send to my various pen pals. But, we might still be on--even though it will mean leaving without having a chance to have the car looked over. Fingers crossed for things to turn out for whatever is best.
Okay, I think that's my buzzer.