Got 'em bad. Right now. Big ol' air-sucking hiccups. And why not? Might as well pile something else onto this generally shitty day.
This morning I went to the vet to check on Gracie. The vet had come in an hour late so the office was piled up with people. People with boxers. The only empty seat was next to an obnoxious woman with a loud voice and a jumpy dog. The dog (a boxer) actually ended up in my lap several times. She was too busy loudly yapping on her cell phone to be bothered with controlling her saliva-spraying dog. Since she's a breeder she has no problem using the word "bitch" as often as she can in one conversation. "That bitch is one beautiful bitch. That bitch has a wonderful bite. I've never seen a bitch with such a big front. That bitch is one bitchin' bitch of a bitch."
At one point the receptionist had to tell the bitch to keep her voice down. After almost 2 hours (they hadn't pulled Gracie's chart) I finally got to talk to the vet. Gracie has improved a little. She's even showed a little interest in some food. But she's not out of the woods yet. So, she'll stay the weekend. Ka-ching.
Then I went to Mickey's to pick up my paycheck. Actually, two paychecks. Both of them together totaled $40. They stiffed me some hours! So, I had to go back in and talk to the managers, both of whom always look at me like I'm some kind of alien, and tell them my paychecks were short. I left them my pay stubs so they can investigate.
The hiccups have stopped. Now I feel a little sick. So, today was just one of those days. I was ignored by the hostess at the restaurant, I was ignored by the waitress, almost got creamed by a speeding truck, had to go to two Target stores to find the trash cans I wanted.
Yeah, I know. Boo hoo.
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Now I'm 1500 miles away so it's difficult for me to judge the situation, but yesterday sounded like a worse day to me. Today your dog got better (any theories about what's wrong?), and somebody gave you $40. Yes, they aren't unmitigated goods, but let me remind you about yesterday: You found your beloved Gracie lying in a pool of her own spit, and you took your father--STAN--the the VA on one of--what sounded to me like--his most annoying days.
Yesterday left only the possibility of improvement, and here is your improved day, and you're BITCHING that it wasn't bitchin' you bitch.
--dean
P.S. Tomorrow--paradise.
Yesterday I was in "handle it" mode. Today I'm more fragile. Today it felt like the whole world was out to get me.
But yes, on the whole today was better than yesterday. I just wasn't able to handle it as well. It probably wouldn't have been much different if everything had gone well today. Emotionally I'm a mess, good day or bad day.
This morning I also had to deal with making sure my health insurance will continue. This is something that Jim had set up. The first guy I talked to got impatient with me because I didn't know enough about it to answer his questions. It took a while to get it all straightened out and the whole time he had this edge to his voice. It totally plunged me back into all that stuff I was dealing with months ago when I was trying to switch accounts to my name and find his passwords. I think that's what set me up for the day.
I forgot to call the vet at 5:00 and didn't remember it until 7:00. I'll try calling in the morning but I don't think they're open at all on the weekends. When I talked to the vet he was rushed because he had a dog under anesthetic and had to dash off to do surgery. No time to talk about what caused this.
And tomorrow? I'm getting up at 5:00 so I can be at Ramona by 6:00 to help out with getting things set up for a BIG band competition that'll be going on all day. I'm working there until 9:00 and then I'll come home and join the sibs cleaning and packing up Dad's house. So, probably not paradise. Just something a little better than yesterday and today..... maybe.
You don't have time to hold down a job. You're busier than people who work 40 hours a week.
--dean
Hiccups, try letting a full teaspoon of sugar melt in your mouth and then swallowing it. Works like a charm. Zoe gets them all the time and it works for her.
Gotta agree with Dean, yesterday was worse than today and tomorrow will bring better things. Just think you probably won't see the bitch, you know more about your insurance today for the next time, you'll be helping the band kids (even if that can be a big pain in the ass) and if you want to take a break during the day, you can. Yes, you can. And hey, you'll be away from your dad all day!
I have a brilliant idea for your relaxation: When you have an afternoon--as SOON as you have an afternoon, because I'm beginning to worry about you--go an buy a whole bunch of house decorating magazines, and don't stint. Get your favorite expensive, glossy magazines. Then stack them next to the tub, fill it with bubble water, set a glass of wine next to your stack of mags, get in the tub and look at house pictures until you get pruney, and here's the most luxurious part: Don't worry if you get the magazines wet.
This is as close as I can think of to getting you to a spa for a few days when you really can't possibly go anywhere right now.
The important part is getting the magazines just as wet as you want to.
--dean
Virginia- Damn! I forgot about the sugar thing. You're the one who first told me about that and yes, it really does work.
Today is better. Doing the band thing was ok. Just a lot of running around setting things up. Easy stuff. Right now we're working on packing Dad's house and doing general farm cleaning. Dad is at Drew's. Things are going well.
Dean- Don't worry about me. Things are for the most part going ok. I do have bad days from time to time but lately things have been happier, just way busier.
Heh! I've been buying a lot of magazines lately! Like 4 or 5 at a time. All of them decorating mags. I haven't combined them with a hot bath, tho.
Tomorrow Virginia and I are going to the Felt Club event in LA. (Virginia, we're still going, right?) That will be a fun diversion.
I think everyone can expect me to freak out a little from time to time. Especially during this time where we're getting down to the wire. Dad's house is starting to look empty, like I haven't seen since we moved in 30-something years ago. The whole thing is becomming more real. I walked around the tree field the other night and felt a little heartsick about losing our wonderful view. I'll have to satisfy my vista jones from Mt. Rubidoux from now on. But the cool thing about OUR view was it included Mt. Rubidoux.
It's all just kind of wrenching. It's almost like another death. This place won't exist anymore. We'll never see this stuff again. Damn, I love living next to the airport!
And yes, I'll get over it. Especially when I'm enjoying myself painting my new house and arrangeing my awesome new furniture. There's a lot to be happy about.
It's a mixed bag, to be sure. I love you guys! Thank you!
Yeah, what time do you want to go? I just sent you email a few mins ago.
10 ok?
10 is good. Want me to drive over there or pick me up?
No problem, I'll drive.
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