Saturday I did finally make it out to the farm, only to have the washing machine (which is maybe a year old) break on me. It would not drain. So, I did my best to fish out my clothes, hand wring them, threw them in a garbage bag, and bailed out the washing machine. I then schlepped the very heavy bag of sodden half washed clothes to the truck and drove back to town.
I had some errands to run, so I stopped on my way back to my room. First I went for a haircut, I go to one of those no-appointment discount places, but there is a particular hair dresser that works there that I always wait to see, as she does a pretty good job. But she wasn’t in on Saturday. It was a bit of a long shot, but the salon was in the same shopping center so I thought I’d try my luck. Should have known better.
The I went to the crafts store. I wanted a decorative shoe box. I thought I had a coupon. So I looked at the various options, some were marked $9.99, and some $3.99. So I opted for a plain black one. I waited in line for about 10 minutes (there was only one check out lane open), finally got to the register, discovered my coupon wasn’t good until March, then apparently the plain black boxes were also $9.99. Well, I wasn’t about to pay ten plus dollars for what basically is a black cardboard shoe box, so I left.
Next I went to the computer store. I need a micro USB to VGA adaptor for my new tablet/netbook. I wandered about the store as they had rearranged everything and the computer accessories weren’t where they used to be, naturally. Finally a clerk found me and led me to their new location. No micro USB to VGA adaptors were to be had.
By this point, it was almost 3pm. My headache was down to a dull roar, thanks to a liberal use of naproxen and muscle relaxers, but I was feeling quite worn out. So I called off the rest of the excursion and drove back to my place in town, only to break the wheel on my laundry tote trying to haul the big bag of wet clothes inside. It is rather impressive how much a load of wet clothes weigh, even after you’ve hand wrung them.
Once inside, of course the other renters were already using the laundry machines so I had to wait to finish my stuff until Sunday. I decided the day was such a loss I’d just reheat some pizza and watch Jane Austen movies until I fell asleep. So I went to set up my DVD player, which I haven’t used since I bought it on uber-sale after Christmas.
Hahahahahahahhahahahahahaha.
Oh, Janie Jones, don’t you ever learn?
Well, the diagram for plugging the damn thing into my ‘smart’ TV that came with the VCR didn’t match the configuration on the actual backside of the TV. So I had to randomly try plugging the stuff in until I finally gave up and dug out the TV manual. Then I realized I had tried the correct combination more than once, but it still wasn’t working.
Eventually, about a half hour later I finally figured out that there’s a special setting called COMP that I have to switch the TV to when I want to use the VCR, and that I need to go into the menu options then in the COMP setting I have to type in VCR so the damn ‘smart’ TV knows to search for a VCR through the COMP ports.
So, after this I decided it was Rum Punch time, muscle relaxers and naproxen be damned.
You know, Emma Thompson’s Sense and Sensibility and a Rum Punch do tend to make up for a lot of things.
I would have posted this yesterday, having woken up feeling much better, but I got busy with various household chores like rewashing my laundry. In general the day started out quite well, with the exception of being quite lonely. Leif, who knew of Saturday’s travails, happened to call while I was feeling quite blue and that cheered me up enough to get a fair amount of things accomplished, until mid-dayish when I realized I had come down with a head cold.
Proving once again, if it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.
Now some people would say there are lots of things I should be grateful for. I didn’t die. I didn’t even wreck the truck or have a house fire, or break my right arm. And even though he’s far away, I had that lovely phone call from Leif just at that precise moment when I needed a figurative shoulder to lean on. But seriously, how cruel is fate that after such a miserable Saturday I should come down with a cold on Sunday?
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