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One, Two, Three, Four

29 Dec

On the way to work this morning my car began to make an odd noise. I thought I had run over a branch in the road, and it was dragging from the undercarriage, but no such luck. I’d run over a large screw and had driven the last mile on a flat tire.

That’s one.

Just as I pulled into my parking spot, the “need gas” light came on.

That makes two.

As I walked into the building I realized I’d left my company badge at home, and my cell phone right beside it on the counter. A fat lot of good they did twenty-five miles away!

And there we were with three and four. I hadn’t even gotten to my desk and I was ready to go home!

I called AAA, and got a message that they were running a 20 minute wait, so I called The Squire and asked him to take care of it all for me.  Triple A called my office and said they’d have a man at the parking garage before noon. And they did. He even brought a couple of gallons of gas, courtesy of my darlin’ husband. Whew! I directed him to my car, and dashed back inside.

A girl friend came over to meet me –  bearing lunch – and we had a really nice conversation. The building is almost empty during the week between Christmas and New Years, so the cafeteria, which is run by a separate company, is closed. I usually try to bring a sandwich or something, but a hot slice of pizza was a real treat. One year, the cafeteria was not only closed, but they had emptied all of the napkin holders and hidden the plastic cutlery! That only happened once; I think HR had words with them.

I was supposed to get off at 2:30 so I could drive The Squire to his follow-up with the surgeon at 3:30, but he called to tell me their office had asked if he could come in at half past two instead of the original time. At that point we didn’t know what the deal was going to be with my car, so he announced he’d drive himself. I wasn’t exactly thrilled, but it made sense. As it turned out, after both of us scrambling to get him there on time, he didn’t walk into the doctor’s office until 4 PM on the dot. He was not happy, and told them so. There was absolutely no reason for them to drag him in early when they were running late. I’ve worked in too many physician’s offices to get around that. Grr.

On Tuesday, The Squire had found a stew recipe online and gone out to get the ingredients so it was ready when I came home. We had it again last night and finished it off this evening. It was good but he suggested that next time  maybe he’ll just make half as much. Listen, when you have a husband who shops, cooks, and cleans up, you don’t ask too many questions!



Never Call a Doctor on a Monday

8 Feb

I am almost out of some medicine one of my doctors prescribed, and my druggist has been trying to get in touch with this woman since the middle of last week, with no luck. This morning I decided to call myself and see if I could get any action.

I was on the phone for forty-five minutes, by the clock, listening to some fool tell me a) how important my call was, and b) how heart disease was the leading cause of death in women. I didn’t believe the first and don’t particularly care about the second. I much prefer a heart attack to, say, cancer.

While I waited, I watched a squirrel at one of the feeders in the front yard. The poor thing was limping, and its fur had been pulled out in clumps, until it looked pock marked. The Squire and I vaguely discussed what might have caused this. It is too early for the animals to be molting, but he thought perhaps it might have been a female who had pulled out hunks of fur to line her nest.

At any rate, after listening to this recording for the better part of an hour, another voice came on and informed me I had reached a non-working number and to please hang up!

We went to the Y, stopped for lunch, and then went up to visit eldest daughter. She had just returned from a business trip with her husband and had saved all of the toiletries for me to make Care Packages (anybody out there old enough to remember what a real Care Package was?) to send up to the food pantry. We visited with her and the Munchkin, and got back home around two. I fixed myself a cuppa and settled in to call the doctor back. Got an answer on the second ring! The receptionist said they had gotten two calls from the pharmacy last week;  the doctor wasn’t in today, but she had sent another electronic message telling her that I had called.

While I was up taking my nap, The Squire went out to get the gas cans to fill my car (I didn’t have enough fuel to get to the gas station!) and found the pock marked squirrel having convulsions out by the barn, writhing and squealing all over the ground. He took a square-bladed shovel and broke its neck; I would have probably picked it up and sang to it until it died in my arms, so it’s just as well he was the one to make the discovery. He called the County Animal Control when he came in, and missed them by about two minutes, so the poor critter is lying in state on the workbench the barn. Just wondering what mysterious plague had attacked one of “our” squirrels, and do we need to keep an eye out for anything else.