Last weekend was a bust. I’ll just put it that way. Rest and reflection are good things, I suppose, but, meh.
Then came a Monday full of point and click work.
And, a Tuesday of point and click and typing and more work.
Then, it was Wednesday, and I met with a client and had lunch with an old friend. That was a good day
On Thursday, I found out my grandmother was in the hospital for a heart issue. Heart failure. Emergency pacemaker. 1000 miles away.
Panic. Tears. Cringe. Repeat.
Grandma is ok, now, but, she’s old and the writing is on the wall. The doctor threatened us all that she’ll live to be 100. Yikes.
Friday was a big day for a meeting that lasted most of the day until the kids’ early dismissal. I was terrified to go to this meeting because the party van is acting like, well, my grandmother was. Made it through the meeting, somewhat less confused about the role I’m playing in that organization, picked up the kids and chilled for about an hour.
Then, I had to take the stepdog to the vet, where I was certain this was the day she was being put to sleep. I wussed out. Two more weeks. Sigh.
All sorts of new e-mails hit my box from the newest client, and I am just worn the fuck down.
Saturday, I take my car in. Hoping for a $300 fix. Its $1,200. I don’t have $1,200. Superman was instrumental in getting that cost down from what could have likely been $2,000. I’m kind of sad that the whole woman/car thing happens, but, I’m also pretty grateful that he had my back on that.
For all intents and purposes, if things weren’t so wonky with the relationship, it was a stellar day. Out of nowhere, really, all of this good stuff just kept happening. Makes me more confused than ever. Relationships suck.
This morning, I woke up and asked for an update on the car. I need my car by tomorrow morning, or nobody is going to school and life as we know it will cease to exist. Superman and the Dynamic Duo have a big Scouts event this evening, so, getting my car back before that seemed really important. No ETA on the car. I get up and go shower.
I come back to a series of messages about my car, saying basically that the mechanic working on my car DIED in an accident on the way to work (to finish my car) so there would be a delay.
Ummmm. Fuck. I even kill them when I don’t KNOW them. Should I send flowers? Do I need to rent a car? WTF? Does he have a family?
Let’s recap: grandmother almost dies, StepDog almost dies, MECHANIC DEAD?
In disbelief, I continue to read chat messages, when finally…
Superman: I cant do itits too meanhe was in an accidentbut he did not diehe is just going to be latei was going to let you think thatall the way up to you picking up the carknowing you would say somethingand just bust out laughingme: you’re an assholeSuperman: but i love you too muchgod dammitme: ASSSSSSHOLESuperman: that was fucking geniusand my love for you ruined itme: that’s fine, my love for you will just slowly eat away at your will to livepainfullySuperman: lmmfaoi am crying over hereme: you are so deadSuperman: meliame: every meal, every bottle of pepsi I get you…