Monday night I had another gall bladder attack. It wasn't a total surprise, all day long I had taken way too many nibbles of stuff I shouldn't have. I only got about half the sleep I need. I really do need my eight hours.
Tuesday my plan was to have the plumber over at 8:30 for a quick drain de-clogging and toilet running resolution. I thought it should take an hour tops. That did take about an hour, which was just what I thought it would take and then I was going to nap, posh club, and grocery shop. The very super nice plumber asked me on his way out if he could put a sticker on the hot water heater with the plumber's phone number. I said sure. We walked down to the basement together and we saw IT together. There was a problem, which could be easily fixed, the plumber had the stuff in the van. And then he tested some pressure regulator thing. Uh oh. He'd have to drive to the warehouse for this one. Two more hours later, my eyes were rolling back in my head, and the very nice plumber was finally finished. I went to bed and couldn't sleep due to the not at all pleasant sound of nail guns popping and huge boards of ply wood crashing to the ground in the not very distance. My backyard diagonal neighbor sold her house to a builder. They razed it and are building another McMansion for stepford. The builder foolishly regraded that lot too, so at least it will be good for some laughs in the spring when there are heavy rains and I can watch the panic ensue from my driveway as the builder scrambles to drain the flooded basement. I was a zombie who didn't get anything done for the rest of the day.
I did make it to the posh club yesterday, but didn't have enough time to shower afterwards. I ran errands in stinky work out clothes, face shiny, with a dried sweat pony tail. Every time I turned around yesterday afternoon I saw one of my fresh faced friends out and about. It just didn't seem fair.
So the only thing I had on my calendar for today's school hours was to go to the posh club. Yes, that is on my calendar! I lingered at home doing dishes and laundry this morning. Then I went to the posh club. I figured I'd come home, grab a gall bladder friendly lunch, and take bear bait for a nice long walk to make up for being a less than stellar dog owner this week. Once I found my hat, scarf, gloves, etc .... (It was a mere 27 degrees out today) I took bear bait down to the power lines, where she can frolic off leash as I walk a straight line, and she runs gleefully around. I was finally having my peaceful smooth running day. Before long my nose was indicating the presence of fresh (yet extra foul) poopies. I walked faster to get away form it. Then I smelled it again and again and I started looking at the bottom of my precious comfy fleecy boots. My boots were safe, but I saw some disturbing streaks of yellow poopies on the side of bear bait. Oh! Yes! She did it again!
I hustled home, trying very hard not to let bear bait rub against my coat. I tied bear bait up to the garage door, tested both hoses in hopes that one of them wasn't full of frozen water. No luck. I grabbed a rogue pail that's been floating around the back yard, the doggy shampoo, two rubber gloves that thankfully fit over my running gloves so my hands wouldn't freeze, and I commenced the bathing of the poopies off of bear bait. She cried. I cried. She cried. I cried and then finally I was done and I unleashed her and she ran around with such force she could have burst right through a brick wall. I know because she ran into my legs and they buckled, luckily I was next to the stair rail. Did I mention it was 27 degrees outside? It was not a nice way to end the day. And my super comfy boots got pretty wet.
I've got one more chance to have a perfectly pleasant day this week and I am banking on tomorrow.
I am still chuckling over your statement, "Two more hours later, my eyes were rolling back in my head, and the very nice plumber was finally finished."
While it won't mean a thing to you, my staff really harass me over a statement I made - totally unintentionally - about a gal I know. The comment was "I love it when her eyes roll back in her head". It had nothing to do with what their dirty minds were thinking, but nevertheless, it has resulted in unceasing harassment. :-)
Posted by: South Beach Steve | December 12, 2010 at 07:23 AM