Long drive
I woke at 7 a.m. I started some clothes in the dryer that I had place in the washer on a five-hour delay last night. I dressed well--tweed pants, tan dress shirt, brown and gold autumn earrings, matching belt and shoes, I wore make-up. Or at least a bit of eyeshadow and lip gloss. I made my bed. I grabbed my shopping list and coupons and Maggie.
At 8:10 a.m. I dropped Maggie off to be groomed. At a little after 8:15 a.m. I was at the law office. I was soon sent on a mission to walk to the bakery a block and a half away to pick up a dozen pastries for a client meeting. My boss delivered one to my desk afterward. "It's not every day that your boss waits on you," was a co-workers comment. At 11:40 a.m. I picked up Maggie at the groomer's. I then put $3.75's worth of gas in my car. Its needle had been at empty, and the fuel light had been on for at least 20 miles. At home, I put the dishes in the sink into the dishwasher, folded and put away the clothes that I had forgotten I dried this morning, and timed another load to be washed by 5:30pm. I handwashed the blouse I wore last night and straightened up Ben and Adam's bathroom.
At 12:45 a.m., I returned to work. I finished finding the policy numbers and addresses for over ten-year-old annuities, life insurance, and investments through about fifteen different companies. I'd like to avoid ever needing someone else do that for me by investing in a file cabinet in the near future. Unfortunately, I don't think that would solve the problem. The client's records were remarkably organized.
At 4:45 p.m., I left the law office and visited the grocery store. At 5:30 p.m., in the check-out line, I learned I had forgotten my credit card at the pet store (groomer's). Over $100's worth of groceries from the check card. Mom's good at reimbursing though.
At 5:40 p.m., I return home and race to unpack groceries, start supper, and call for a 6:30pm hair appointment. Instead, Mom comes home frantic. Ben's not ready for the entire youth group to come to a bonfire at our house. I'm given the task of making sure the house is clean. Remarkably, after leaving a spotless house after my lunch break, I have a bathroom to clean, dishes to put in the dishwasher, and counters to clear. At 6:45, I eat a dinner of orange juice, Chef Boyardee spaghetti and meatballs (microwave single serving), and three pieces of bread. I grabbed a section of a caramel candy bar I've stashed in the freezer for dessert.
At 7:15 p.m. I open up the coffee shop. The substitute for a youth group that normally meets there at 7:30 p.m. had been there at 6:45 p.m. Sounds like it was his mistake though. He bought a 16 oz. strawberry smoothie. Another sub, a teacher at the high school, bought a cup of coffee that I gave him for 50% off since it was what was left in the pot from this morning. I nuked it before I gave it to him. Later, E reported that this was a cardinal sin in coffee quality. He didn't care. I didn't care. Life goes on.
I cleaned one of the pastry case very well. I also picked a shelf of books to clean and reorganize. It was the women's shelf today. Self-help/psychology/feminist books can be very conflicting--a valuable lesson when the words and actions, pasts and presents of many of my female role models have been conflicting lately.
IMed E until incoherence was bombing the attempts to plan getting together tomorrow. He called. Arrangements made. 3:30 p.m. in front of Applebee's in the Burnsville Mall.
At 10:50 p.m. I hung up and started cleaning. Coffee pots, floor, dishes, tables, counters. Tomorrow will be the first day that I get to enjoy my own cleaning. At midnight, with tomorrow's Quote of the Day, Fact of the Day, and Trivia of the Day posted, I locked up and drove home.
The needle was at empty again, but it should be enough to get me to the shop by 6 a.m. again tomorrow.
At 8:10 a.m. I dropped Maggie off to be groomed. At a little after 8:15 a.m. I was at the law office. I was soon sent on a mission to walk to the bakery a block and a half away to pick up a dozen pastries for a client meeting. My boss delivered one to my desk afterward. "It's not every day that your boss waits on you," was a co-workers comment. At 11:40 a.m. I picked up Maggie at the groomer's. I then put $3.75's worth of gas in my car. Its needle had been at empty, and the fuel light had been on for at least 20 miles. At home, I put the dishes in the sink into the dishwasher, folded and put away the clothes that I had forgotten I dried this morning, and timed another load to be washed by 5:30pm. I handwashed the blouse I wore last night and straightened up Ben and Adam's bathroom.
At 12:45 a.m., I returned to work. I finished finding the policy numbers and addresses for over ten-year-old annuities, life insurance, and investments through about fifteen different companies. I'd like to avoid ever needing someone else do that for me by investing in a file cabinet in the near future. Unfortunately, I don't think that would solve the problem. The client's records were remarkably organized.
At 4:45 p.m., I left the law office and visited the grocery store. At 5:30 p.m., in the check-out line, I learned I had forgotten my credit card at the pet store (groomer's). Over $100's worth of groceries from the check card. Mom's good at reimbursing though.
At 5:40 p.m., I return home and race to unpack groceries, start supper, and call for a 6:30pm hair appointment. Instead, Mom comes home frantic. Ben's not ready for the entire youth group to come to a bonfire at our house. I'm given the task of making sure the house is clean. Remarkably, after leaving a spotless house after my lunch break, I have a bathroom to clean, dishes to put in the dishwasher, and counters to clear. At 6:45, I eat a dinner of orange juice, Chef Boyardee spaghetti and meatballs (microwave single serving), and three pieces of bread. I grabbed a section of a caramel candy bar I've stashed in the freezer for dessert.
At 7:15 p.m. I open up the coffee shop. The substitute for a youth group that normally meets there at 7:30 p.m. had been there at 6:45 p.m. Sounds like it was his mistake though. He bought a 16 oz. strawberry smoothie. Another sub, a teacher at the high school, bought a cup of coffee that I gave him for 50% off since it was what was left in the pot from this morning. I nuked it before I gave it to him. Later, E reported that this was a cardinal sin in coffee quality. He didn't care. I didn't care. Life goes on.
I cleaned one of the pastry case very well. I also picked a shelf of books to clean and reorganize. It was the women's shelf today. Self-help/psychology/feminist books can be very conflicting--a valuable lesson when the words and actions, pasts and presents of many of my female role models have been conflicting lately.
IMed E until incoherence was bombing the attempts to plan getting together tomorrow. He called. Arrangements made. 3:30 p.m. in front of Applebee's in the Burnsville Mall.
At 10:50 p.m. I hung up and started cleaning. Coffee pots, floor, dishes, tables, counters. Tomorrow will be the first day that I get to enjoy my own cleaning. At midnight, with tomorrow's Quote of the Day, Fact of the Day, and Trivia of the Day posted, I locked up and drove home.
The needle was at empty again, but it should be enough to get me to the shop by 6 a.m. again tomorrow.