A bit past 7 in the morning. The phone has already jangled: nuisance telephone solicitor.
Can you imagine? The bastards call you BEFORE EFFING 7 A.M.!!!
Put a generous spin on it: the guy is probably calling from a prison in some other time zone. (Phone soliciting is a prison industry, interestingly enough.) We don’t have Daylight Savings. so if that nuisance has kicked in where he lives, he thinks it’s 8 o’clock.
YE GODS. though, am I sick of goddamn phone solicitors. And I really, seriously HATE them when they ring up the phone at this hour.
Today M’hijito and I have to drive a-l-l-l the way across the Valley to the Mayo Clinic, where I have a nuisance appointment with a doctor. Or more likely with a nurse practitioner.
Dammit!
It’s an utter waste of time, a good hour’s drive each way through cut-throat traffic. I just HATE driving out there. Particularly since they do have a clinic here in town. That one is no fun to reach on the effing freeway — especially during the rush hour, which seems to be the Clinic’s favorite time to schedule appointments…but at least it’s only about 20 or 30 minutes away.
I am fricking STARVED, and not allowed to eat until my blood is drawn. What a goddam nuisance!
Totally gorgeous morning! I’d like to take Ruby for a walk. But if M’jito shows up and finds me gone — he’s bound & determined to schlep me acrosss the city to the Mayo — he’ll get all worried.
<!!!RINGY DINGY DINGY!!!>>
{arghhh! NOW what???}
M’hijito on the phone. I’d asked him to call to remind me of this morning’s torture appointment.
<<chortle!>
Think o’ that… It isn’t even 7:30 in the morning, and the goddam phone has already jangled twice.
The telephone, IMHO, is not one of Humankind’s better inventions!
For reasons unknown, I do get many fewer phone solicitations that I used to. So that’s a mercy. Back in the Day — when I was pregnant and wanting desperately to sleep in the afternoon — we would get four to six nuisance calls a day. I got to the point where I would just unplug the phones for several hours a day.
This was shortly after plug-in phones became commonplace. Before that, your phone was hard-wired to the wall. So, you couldn’t unplug it. And then, as now, the phone soliciting bastards would jangle you up several times a day. That problem, I addressed by storing the damn phone inside the freezer.
{sigh}
Ruby, patrolling the front patio, flies into a soaring RAGE.
NOW what???
Some woman walking by on the other side of the street, in tow behind a huge and magnificent husky. GORGEOUS dog! And totally unfazed by Ruby’s barking frenzy.
😀
Holeee maquerel! Lookit this fiasco!
That’s the road we would normally take to the ranch. Sure am glad I’m not driving up there today!
😮
{sigh} It was a pretty drive, up a steep hill to reach the plateau above the Valley. Our acreage stretched to the rim of that plateau. So if one had nothin’ else to do but ride a horse half the day, we could amble over there and gaze down off the Rim.
So beautiful! I sure do miss that ranch.
When we lived in Sun City, my mother used to start each day sitting on her screen porch, sipping coffee and listening to the interminable ear-splitting blast from those F-15s, which would start the day at dawn and scream on for several hours.