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Oct. 1st, 2018 02:28 pmI want a mulligan on this weekend. Saturday, I sat down to pay the bills, looked at my Citi card bill, said "What the hell have I been buying?" and discovered a bunch of fraudulent Netflix charges, apparently from Argentina. Fortunately that only took ten minutes on the phone and they didn't give me any grief about it and are sending a new card. But if I had known what the rest of the day would be like, I wouldn't have gone any farther than the mailbox.
I went out and dropped the bills in the mailbox and bought three refills of kitty litter, which amounted to about 55 lb. I knew I couldn't carry that, so I brought the cart. But having had a massage on Friday night, my left leg was rather annoyed with me when I got home again. I'll have to figure out what exactly it didn't like that caused it to have knots like that in the first place.
Then I went out again, and by way of being nice to my leg I took the T from Washington Square to Coolidge Corner. I did things a little out of order, because I wanted to be nice to my shoulders too, so I went to the bookstore and Peet's before grocery shopping. Peet's was a terrible idea.
I hadn't eaten anything yet, so I ordered an iced coffee and an apricot bar. It took the cashier three tries to get that entered into the register, and then she ignored me until she'd gone through the rest of the line (usually the cashier will stop taking orders and go get something simple like iced coffee). So there I was, posing for animal crackers, and somebody stole my seat. I suppose if I'm being fair, it wasn't MY seat, because I didn't have a bag to leave in it. But it was the only available seat and I'd had my eye on it. So three latte orders later, I finally got my coffee, and found a tableless chair to sit in. I was going to put down the coffee on the windowsill and go back and ask about my apricot bar, which I had paid for, but at that point there were about ten people in line and I was either going to have to cut in front of all of them or stand in line for another fifteen minutes, so I gave up. And got massively frustrated with the cashier for being an idiot and with myself for not insisting on getting what I paid for.
I took my massive frustration up the street to Otto, figuring a couple of slices of pizza would probably be better for me than an apricot bar anyway. I was the third person in line to order slices, and the servers decided that the best place to cut through the line was either right in front of me or right behind me. Coming on top of the Peet's frustration, the lack of personal space was too much, and I ended up leaving after about three minutes with no pizza and even more massive frustration.
So after that I remembered I wanted to go grocery shopping, and went to Trader Joe's and found a mob scene, and they were out of both lemon ginger water and bottled oolong tea, AGAIN, and I walked right out again with even more frustration. To the point where it all boiled over (Peet's and Otto's and Lily and sore leg and swimmer's ear and credit card and everything else that frustrated me for the last two weeks) and I broke down crying on the end of a bench at the Devotion School bus stop.
A very nice woman asked me if I was all right, and I said I was having a very bad day, and she asked if she could pray with me. I wasn't all that excited about the praying, but I needed somebody to care more than I needed to avoid religion, so I said yes, and she did, and I felt better by the end of it just because somebody cared. And then I went up to Union Square Donuts and finally had something to eat in the form of a Boston Cream donut. And then I got on the bus and went to Trader Joe's at Western Ave, and they didn't have lemon ginger water or bottled oolong tea either, but they weren't as much of a mob scene. And I took the 86 home, and then decided not to go anywhere at all for the rest of the weekend.
Yesterday I went to Whole Foods, because I had bought some horseradish aioli and wanted a roast beef sandwich to put it on. But that was as far as I went (especially since yesterday was also the Allston-Brighton Public Nuisance). The sandwich was pretty much exactly what I wanted, because I bought the unsliced end of a deli roast beef and it came out to 1/2 lb. So I cut it in half and put it on a roll with a fair amount of horseradish aioli, and gave my teeth something to do. And kept Lily out of my sandwich on account of the horseradish, which she considers to be an extremely dirty trick.
Tonight I get back in the pool again, having faithfully put drops in my ear four times a day since last Tuesday. At least it doesn't go Thud when I swallow and doesn't whistle when I blow my nose, these days. Stand by, sports fans.
I'm taking Oct 18-26 off, because I need not to come to work for a while. Oct 18 is Lily's next vet appointment, and Oct 20/21 are the open water dive days, and after I'm done with all that, I'll still have a week to do as much nothing as I want to. I may stick the annual pilgrimage to Wilson Farm and Penzey's in there somewhere, because I'm out of celery flakes and running out of dill and I want Mutsu apples the size of my head. I missed out last year and I was sorry.
I went out and dropped the bills in the mailbox and bought three refills of kitty litter, which amounted to about 55 lb. I knew I couldn't carry that, so I brought the cart. But having had a massage on Friday night, my left leg was rather annoyed with me when I got home again. I'll have to figure out what exactly it didn't like that caused it to have knots like that in the first place.
Then I went out again, and by way of being nice to my leg I took the T from Washington Square to Coolidge Corner. I did things a little out of order, because I wanted to be nice to my shoulders too, so I went to the bookstore and Peet's before grocery shopping. Peet's was a terrible idea.
I hadn't eaten anything yet, so I ordered an iced coffee and an apricot bar. It took the cashier three tries to get that entered into the register, and then she ignored me until she'd gone through the rest of the line (usually the cashier will stop taking orders and go get something simple like iced coffee). So there I was, posing for animal crackers, and somebody stole my seat. I suppose if I'm being fair, it wasn't MY seat, because I didn't have a bag to leave in it. But it was the only available seat and I'd had my eye on it. So three latte orders later, I finally got my coffee, and found a tableless chair to sit in. I was going to put down the coffee on the windowsill and go back and ask about my apricot bar, which I had paid for, but at that point there were about ten people in line and I was either going to have to cut in front of all of them or stand in line for another fifteen minutes, so I gave up. And got massively frustrated with the cashier for being an idiot and with myself for not insisting on getting what I paid for.
I took my massive frustration up the street to Otto, figuring a couple of slices of pizza would probably be better for me than an apricot bar anyway. I was the third person in line to order slices, and the servers decided that the best place to cut through the line was either right in front of me or right behind me. Coming on top of the Peet's frustration, the lack of personal space was too much, and I ended up leaving after about three minutes with no pizza and even more massive frustration.
So after that I remembered I wanted to go grocery shopping, and went to Trader Joe's and found a mob scene, and they were out of both lemon ginger water and bottled oolong tea, AGAIN, and I walked right out again with even more frustration. To the point where it all boiled over (Peet's and Otto's and Lily and sore leg and swimmer's ear and credit card and everything else that frustrated me for the last two weeks) and I broke down crying on the end of a bench at the Devotion School bus stop.
A very nice woman asked me if I was all right, and I said I was having a very bad day, and she asked if she could pray with me. I wasn't all that excited about the praying, but I needed somebody to care more than I needed to avoid religion, so I said yes, and she did, and I felt better by the end of it just because somebody cared. And then I went up to Union Square Donuts and finally had something to eat in the form of a Boston Cream donut. And then I got on the bus and went to Trader Joe's at Western Ave, and they didn't have lemon ginger water or bottled oolong tea either, but they weren't as much of a mob scene. And I took the 86 home, and then decided not to go anywhere at all for the rest of the weekend.
Yesterday I went to Whole Foods, because I had bought some horseradish aioli and wanted a roast beef sandwich to put it on. But that was as far as I went (especially since yesterday was also the Allston-Brighton Public Nuisance). The sandwich was pretty much exactly what I wanted, because I bought the unsliced end of a deli roast beef and it came out to 1/2 lb. So I cut it in half and put it on a roll with a fair amount of horseradish aioli, and gave my teeth something to do. And kept Lily out of my sandwich on account of the horseradish, which she considers to be an extremely dirty trick.
Tonight I get back in the pool again, having faithfully put drops in my ear four times a day since last Tuesday. At least it doesn't go Thud when I swallow and doesn't whistle when I blow my nose, these days. Stand by, sports fans.
I'm taking Oct 18-26 off, because I need not to come to work for a while. Oct 18 is Lily's next vet appointment, and Oct 20/21 are the open water dive days, and after I'm done with all that, I'll still have a week to do as much nothing as I want to. I may stick the annual pilgrimage to Wilson Farm and Penzey's in there somewhere, because I'm out of celery flakes and running out of dill and I want Mutsu apples the size of my head. I missed out last year and I was sorry.
