Wine, work, and wisdom
Wine: Savignon Blanc - not my favorite, but I felt like something different
Work: Makes me want to cry. It pisses me off so much that I can’t even think about what I have to do to make it better.
Wisdom: Ok… so my parents let me borrow this trailer that you hitch to the back of the car and haul stuff around in. It’s perfect for mulch and I’ve used it twice all summer just for that. The second time I shoveled the mulch out a little at a time, when I had time (which isn’t very often) and when the weather was nice (even less often). Finally, they said they were coming to pick the trailer up. Despite 95 degree temps and 95 percent humidity, I toiled away all day (ok, for an hour or so) on Sunday, trying to unload it. Meanwhile, J says to me “I hope I can find the key to the trailer hitch.” I’m like “what key? There’s a key?” If there was a key, I would know where it was. He starts looking, can’t find it. I’m getting pissed. Usually, I’m VERY understanding about boneheaded moves because we all make them. But I think because my parents were involved, I didn’t want us to look like big stupid asses. Anyway, he can’t find it anywhere.
Long paragraph, needed to break it… So they’re driving 2.5 hours down here to pick up the trailer and I don’t want them to go home empty handed (though they probably wouldn’t be that upset because they’re extremely easy going in their old age), so we’re looking online for places that sell trailer hitches, thinking we’ll just buy them a new one since one is permanently locked onto my Subaru. We plan on driving up to Augusta, getting the hitch, taking them to dinner, etc. etc. Big convoluted plan. And the whole time, somehow I know that my parents are going to be so goddamn prepared that it’s all going to be unnecessary. Will they have an extra key?
No, but they came with another trailer hitch attached to their pickup. All I could say was “I can only hope that by the time I’m as old as you are, I’ll be as goddamn smart.” I mean, come on people. A round of applause for the ‘rents please.
J is being anal and weirdly compulsive about our upcoming cruise. We have very detailed packing lists and pre-travel checklists. Usually I’m in charge of travel, but luckily he’s handling this. I think he took ownership of it from the beginning - just planned it all. That’s my guy. Oh! And he sent me a bouquet of beautiful pink flowers just because I’m stressed out at work. And GET THIS. He got me pink ones because I said the other day how I was in a pink phase. Can you believe that shit? A man. Listening. To his wife. WHOA! I was floored. And very happy.
And I brought work home and as usually happens, as soon as I’m home that’s the absolute last thing I want to do. Nobody else is worried about it. I hate it, but I love the company I work for. What to do? can’t just quit a good job cuz I’m pissed off all the time, right? sigh… Am I done with that novel yet?
