Okay, life is hard, but sometimes I feel like someone is
picking on me.
This last couple of weeks have been horrible, and Konnie
calling me at 10:30 at night didn’t help any.
There I was getting ready for bed and my phone rang! My
first thought was it must be important for Konnie to call me this late. I
honestly answered expecting her to convey some bad news.
The only bad news was that
she hadn’t been looking at her clock, and/or forget that I live in mountain
time, not pacific. So here I was yawning and having trouble keeping my eyes
open, and Konnie called just to chat.
The second I said hello, she
realized how tired I was, and noticed the time. Dang right! I never call anyone
after 9 PM and if they have small children, I refrain from calling after 8 PM.
Of course, my 9 PM is her 8 PM, but still, she usually doesn’t call me that
late unless it's important, so I know she hadn’t been paying attention to the
clock.
Too bad that wasn’t the worst
thing that happened to me in the past two weeks.
Starting with Patches needing
a trip to the vet. He can’t stand the car.
The second it started moving,
he started yowling.
He was in his carrier on the
front passenger seat, so I kept trying to calm him by running my gloved hand
over the mesh and trying to soothe him with my voice. When that didn’t work, I took
my glove off and opened the zipper on the door, just a little. Too bad to be
enough to get my hand in the carrier, it was also enough for him to wiggle out!
Try driving when you have a
cat trying to climb down around your feet!
I know why he was aiming to
where my feet were, that’s his favorite spot.
So, I ended up trying to
drive while fighting off Patches. At a stoplight, I managed to wrestle him
back into his carrier. But that didn’t end the struggle. He was quiet whenever
I stopped, but the second my foot hit the gas, he was yowling again. And that
was just the trip to the vet!
Ain’t life grand?
Patches needed his ears cleaned
and medicated because of ear mites, and I think he hates getting his ears
cleaned more than he hates a moving car. I don’t know about the vet’s assistant,
but I came away scratched.
Then my plans fell through, then
I spent an entire weekend not feeling well, and thinking I’d have to make some
phone calls Monday morning. Fortunately, I was feeling better by Monday.
And I thought all the bad stuff
was over, I had a pretty good week, and even managed to edit two more chapters
on my manuscript Friday afternoon.
Saturday afternoon, I couldn’t
open that file! All my changes, eighteen chapters, and I have to start all over
with the edits. At least I still have a copy of my editor friend’s critiques,
and a copy of my manuscript without all these edits, so at least I don’t have to recreate the whole story, but dang.
And Konnie’s late-night call
wasn’t the only problem. Yesterday, while I was doing my work at the book scanning
center, my phone kept dinging at me, and who’s texting me?
Konnie.
She forgot that I work at that
place on Monday and Tuesday, even though she visited with me for just over a
week back in September. Tuesday afternoon I am there.
Then again, a few weeks ago I
sent her a text during the day knowing full well she was at work.
It was something I didn’t want to
forget to tell her, and I knew she was work, so I sent a text with the
information. She instantly, texted back that she was at work. I knew that,, that’s why I sent the text instead of calling.
Okay, I guess it wasn’t bad that
she texted me while I was at my “work” since I did the same thing. I just never
considered how unnerving that dinging is in an otherwise quiet room.
Everyone knew I wasn’t doing my
work; my phone was dinging.
And it was dumb to think anyone
would be bothered by it, mostly because I’ve received calls from family while
working, and some of my coworkers have too. It isn’t a problem for me.
Then again, Konnie’s job is for
pay, and I’m sure she’d get in trouble receiving phone calls during work, which
is why I sent that text. I couldn’t wait, because if I did, I’d have forgotten.
But it got worse! I took my
glasses off to read the small screen. When I put them back on, a temple broke
off from the hinge.
And life goes on.
Happy writing everyone.
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