OMG. I went out at 11 to do 2-3 hours of errands, realized fifteen minutes from the house that Id forgotten my wallet, turned around and came and got it, set out again at 11:30 -- and that pretty much set the tone for the entire day. I forgot Kavis glasses (which needed repair) in the car, and had to go back from them across a long parking lot. I decided to get an eye exam at Target, which they said would take 30 minutes, but the eye doctor was a super-chatty Indian guy, clearly bored out of his skull, and I think I was in there for an hour and *then* of course I had to pick lenses for my new bifocals (actually progressive style, but same difference, because I am now officially old), which wasnt that fast either. By then it was later, and I needed to get second lunch or I wouldve fallen over, which took some time, and Target is a black hole and its impossible to just get the three things you came in for, and then I needed to stop (briefly) at Hancock Fabrics, and (briefly) at Michaels, and I was actually quite disciplined at both and just bought the ONE thing I needed, but it turns out that Friday afternoon, which it now was, is a TERRIBLE time to drive around to these sorts of stores. Tonys groceries was a zoo, and I spent ten minutes waffling over buying a cake for Anands birthday party or getting the stuff to make it myself (I decided on the latter, which may prove a fatal error). Then I remembered that I needed to make a stop on Lake, by which time it was time to pick up Anand, which I forgot to do on the way home, which meant I had to walk out there. And of course, as the day went on, I moved slower and slower myself. So the gist of all this is that somehow my supposedly three hours max of errands took me SEVEN hours. Some of it was reasonably pleasant; I havent had a day with enough time to putter around Target in a long time. But lord. On the plus side, I am now the proud owner of a spooky Victorian telephone. It is black and makes a real ringing sound when you dial, and when you pick up the handle, it will scare the bejeezus out of you -- I jumped, the first time I did it, and so did the young woman checking me out at the counter. I hope we manage to have a Halloween party this year, so it can shine as it deserves.
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 23:08:36 +0000
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