LOL! Yep: this here is “one of those days.” You know: the kind where nothing goes right and everything you touch goes SPRRROOOOIIIINGGGG!
If I touch it, it breaks. If I do nothing, some idiot shows up at the front door trying to peddle stuff.
Looks like the irrigation system has gone on the fritz. Plants are dying — and as spring melds into summer, will be dying faster and faster. Dialed the phone number on the system’s control box and…uh oh! A machine answered, and whatever mumbo-jumbo it emitted seemed to indicate that I had seriously NOT reached a yard-care company.
So now I’ve gotta track down someone to do that.
Later.
On a smaller but pestier level: Something’s wrong with my fingernails. Infection?? Injury??? Neurosis run amok???? Dayum.
So now I’ll have to traipse to the dermatologist, halfway across the damn Valley. But…first I have to go down to my son’s house and retrieve my car.
Through a baroque series of little fiascos, he ended up with my car in his garage. His house is too far away for me to walk there {well…I could, but a) it’s getting too warm for long outdoor junkets and b) I don’t wanna}…so now I don’t have a car.
For the moment, this is No Big Deal: two large supermarkets lurk within easy walking distance, and that doesn’t count the beloved Sprouts across the hectic road. So neither the dawg nor I will run out of any serious necessaries — not in the near run, anyway. But Phoenix is a very large city, and for most errands and appointments, you do need a car.
Dear Son has — of all the bizarre things — a job. Can you imagine? Remember those?
So he’s stuck in the salt mine from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. Meaning I won’t be able to get my car back unless I walk down to his house or take a cab. Yes, we do have bus service…but it’s erratic, and between that and the drug-addled transients, one would prefer some other way to get around.
Prefer so much that it’s actually worth waiting till 5 or 6 o’clock to retrieve my car.
{chortle!} Remember back in the Day when you didn’t need a car to navigate from day to day? Remember when we had busses? Streetcars? Even (of all things!) taxicabs?
Ahhh, the good ole’ days, eh?
I can remember when it was safe for a 12- or 14-year-old girl to get on a city bus (NOT a dedicated school bus) to ride through two neighborhoods and a commercial district to get to campus. Today…hmmm…. I very much doubt I’d let my kid do that, here in the lovely 21st Century.
O’course…that was in San Francisco, a whole ‘nother planet from Phoenix.
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WOOT! There was my son, just now, on the phone announcing that his late-morning meeting got canceled and, incredibly enough, he’s bringing the car up here!
It’s a miracle! 😀
Seriously: I planned to walk down to his place or maybe take a bus, so he didn’t have to leave his desk.
Hmmmm…. Maybe he’ll let me take him to lunch. Let us see…