Wait, Wait!

Song for the day:'Wasted Days and Wasted Nights,' Freddy Fender, 1974.

Eight o'clock came...and went.  Then 9, 10, 11 o'clock.  No technician.  A little after 11:30, I got a recorded message saying the technician had been delayed and would arrive at 1 p.m.  About 1:30, a real live person called to tell me the appointment had been cancelled and would have to be rescheduled.  "When?"  "Next Monday."  Aaargh.  A whole day wasted waiting.  There's nothing n my life that can't be put off, but it was the principle of the thing.  I didn't want to get started on something and get interrupted.  I'm a good example of the theory that a thing in motion tends to stay in motion, and a thing at rest won't do a darned thing (my version).  The call did allow me to give directions, although it was tempting to let the next guy sit on a washed-out road waiting for help;  Naw, I'm not that mean.

I was entertained throughout the day by marathon reruns of "Third Rock From The Sun."  I watched that series back in 1996   I'm not much of a one for comedy shows because most, in my opinion, are just inane, but I still laugh at the antics and witty dialogue of John Lithgow and the cast.  The day, overcast and chill, wasn't an entire waste.

The hiccup in the DVR hasn't gone away.  All I can do now is wait for next Monday.

Stay safe.  Be well.

Rolling The Dice

Boy, you just never know what you're going to get.  After several truly lovely days, yesterday started out misty, not quite foggy, and chill.  It never did warm up much and we didn't sit long on the porch even after the dampness went away.  I had gotten so much done on Saturday and was still fired with ambition yesterday...until I got up and moving and the body said, "Enough!"  I listen to the body.

The dreaded time change is coming soon and I'm already working up a good mad.  It's dark late into the morning now and it's just going to get worse.  I'll never understand what Daylight Savings Time is saving me from.  Sigh.

My satellite service is sending a technician out today, due sometime after 8 a.m.  I sincerely hope I have an opportunity to give the guy directions.  GPS always sends the gullible up to the far end on the Gray Rock loop, and I'm not lying when I say you can't get here from there.  The road is nearly impassable at the best of times, and will be impossible after that deluge we had.

The one highlight yesterday was a call from Tinka in Louisiana.  She always lifts my spirits.

Stay safe.  Be well.

Gadabout

Town twice in two days...I'm absolutely giddy (and exhausted).  Both visits were for medical examinations, first me, then Michael.  Through a staff faux pas, my visit took over two hours.  Aaargh.  Then I miscommunicated time frames to Florence and Dan and they were here to pick us up for Michael's visit to the vet two hours early.  That turned out okay because we went out to lunch.  That's twice in a year for me!  Due to Michael's calm demeanor, he's allowed to go into restaurants.  Aside from the fact that he is a Certified Support dog, he goes under the table and is never seen.  His examination went well, and he got a much-needed pedicure, to boot.

The drive to town is absolutely gorgeous this time of year.  Trees along the way are turning color, reds and golden yellows sprinkled among the green pines.  If you have to go, it certainly makes the trip more enjoyable (as does the company I keep).

Hopefully, all this gadding about is over for awhile.  I'm more than ready to retreat into my hermitage.

Stay safe.  Be well.

Nicer Than The Next

Nature has been her usual capricious self.  After the worst storm I've ever seen, the last few days could not have been better, warming up to the 70s, with just a light breeze.  Michael and I have spent a good deal of time on the porch, and when Florence and Dan came by yesterday, we stayed outside for the pure enjoyment.

There will be no such lollygagging today.  I have an appointment in town, and tomorrow Florence will ferry us to Michael's vet visit for his annual checkup.  After being home so long, it's getting harder and harder to leave, said the self-proclaimed hermit.

Ah well, things to do, places to go, and not much else going on.

Stay safe.  Be well.

Made It!

It got pretty dicey here yesterday.  I've been through some storms, but nothing like the unrelenting wind and pounding rain like we just had.  I'd be lying if I said there weren't times I was scared, and my thoughts were always for the trees.  Michael asked to go out several times, but once out, he wouldn't step off the porch.  Finally in late afternoon, it was either find a bush or burst.  I'm sure he felt better, wet or not.  Thankfully, we kept power until last night.  When it did go out, I was drained from the tensions of the day and just went to bed.  Obviously, it was a short outage.

It's raining still, but without those hellacious, damaging winds.  I can deal with this.  I'm just grateful we made it through intact.

Stay safe.  Be well.

Can't Get There

Just doing a little proactive investigation yesterday, I called to see what the possibilities were of "public" transportation.  I haven't driven since before the Caldor fires and don't even know if the truck will start.  Florence has been so generous with her time, but I don't want to take advantage.  What I found out was, "You can't get there from here."  The biggest service in the area, Dial-A-Ride, does not come out as far as Fair Play.  If I could get a ride as far as the little bridge on Bucks Bar, they could pick me up there.  If I could get a ride that far, I wouldn't need them at all, now would I?  The only other service, a private concern, would charge me a measly eighty dollars! for a round trip.  Personally, I find that rather prohibitive.  It would behoove me to get out there and check on Truck, and to stay in Florence's good graces.

It was a blustery start yesterday morning, and today is a rerun.  By afternoon, it was warm and the sky was blue.  Michael and I spent quite a bit of time out on the porch.  The forecast is not so good today, nor for the days ahead.  It's hard to imagine, but we're supposed to get five inches of rain in one day soon.  Yikes!

True to form, not much if anything got done yesterday.  The day before wore me out.  I'm starting to think about lighting up Stove, if not for warmth, to take away the dampness that seeps in during a rainy stretch.  It's pretty obvious I'm not going anywhere.

Stay safe.  Be well.

Day On

I don't know where it came from, but yesterday morning I was hit with a wave of ambition.  It's been so long, at first I didn't know what it was.  I tried to ignore it, sure it would soon pass, but that was a no go.  It kept niggling at me until, fine!, I'll get up and do something.  Hmm, let's start with something easy.  Maybe if I put in a load of laundry it will go away and leave me alone.  Two loads washed, dried, and folded later and the itch was still there.  How about if I do a quick clean up in the kitchen?  Nope, I tried that.  Everything got put on hold so I could watch The Great British Baking Show, but my eyes kept straying to the dust-covered coffee table.  Starting with the furniture in one corner, I had worked my way, dust rag in hand, halfway around the room when I was saved by the arrival of Florence and Dan.  Believe me, they got a heartfelt welcome, and it wasn't just because of the groceries they brought.

It remains to be seen whether there will be any residual effects today or if it was just a 24-hour bug.

Stay safe.  Be well.