Doing a favor for a friend

A friend asked me to do a favor for her at 4 am today. I said no problem. Alarms all set, I went to sleep. I woke up at 1 am, and realized that it was possible she meant 4 am Eastern time. Yup! Thankfully, I realized it in plenty of time to get it done. Now I get to sleep in, feeling accomplished.

In theory, that is. I got the order done, but the card I tried to use didn’t want to work, so I had to fully wake up to figure out why and what to do. Then I tried to email her the confirmation that I’d accomplished my middle of the night task, but my address book on my email account decided that it wasn’t going to work. I had to hand type her email address in. Thankfully, I knew it, but suddenly blanked on if it was yahoo or gmail. I guessed right.

Of course, by then I had to get up and use the bathroom, because what else does one do in the middle of the night?

I got back in bed and had to find extra blankets since our heatwave finally broke and my toes were cold.

I didn’t eat much dinner because I wasn’t hungry at dinner time. I don’t want to get up and eat at this time of night because I don’t want to let my stomach think that it’s an option. I’ll drink water, so I’ll have to get up and use the bathroom again in an hour or so.

I don’t know where my purse is with my kindle on it, and I don’t want to fall asleep with my reading light on, so I decided to write here instead of read. It didn’t make me tired, though. I think I’m going to have to bite the bullet and find the purse.

Now that I’ve found the purse by getting up and turning on the light, I should be fully awake.

And I just remembered that my daughter reminded me right before bedtime that I told her I’d drive her and a friend somewhere with no parking in the morning. At least her version of morning starts closer to noon than most people’s version of morning.

It’s 2 am now. I am going to stop writing and read for a little while. Hopefully I’m tired enough that a little while won’t take me to morning. Goodnight!

Chaotic day

I had a long weekend agenda. Friday afternoon, I got a message that silent book club was cancelled for Sunday because of the Bay to Breakers. Ok. Still a lot of my schedule for the weekend. An hour later, I got a message that my friend couldn’t make it to the movie we’d planned to see, and neither could most of the burrito, so we’d reschedule for Saturday. Ok. Now I have Friday evening free.

Saturday morning, I realize that my wallet wasn’t in my purse. I knew I had it out at work on Friday, so after searching for it at home, my daughter drove me to work to search my locker. It wasn’t there. While I was starting to think harder, my daughter called my other daughter to start up the search at home again. They asked where I’d been. I went nowhere Friday evening. Wait a minute. I moved my swim bag to my trunk before coming into the house. Yep. My wallet was in my swim bag.

We rushed home so I could get to the meeting at the movie theater. On the way, they rescheduled it again, for Sunday. Ok. We grabbed the keys for the storage unit to get the camping equipment for next weekend, so we didn’t have to go during finals week. We are all set, we think.

We got home and unloaded everything. Then repacked most of it back into the car. I took a quick nap.

After nap time, I moved on to board game night with my nerd girls group. I was the first to arrive. It was pouring rain, so some people cancelled. We ended up with a small group of wonderful people. Of course, I was the oldest one by far. We played Skulls and Seven Wonders. I got picked up at 11. The others kept playing. I was happy to get out of the house on a Saturday night, especially with such friendly people.

Sunday morning, I decided to skip the 5k I was supposed to do. I ended up with a quiet morning.

Uneventful classics bookclub, since I didn’t finish the book in time. I didn’t make it to the library to pick up my held books. The movie was cancelled again. I give up. Staying in. Attempting to finish Daisy Jones and the Six.

Shazam

I had little on yesterday’s agenda, and Shazam was playing nearby, so I decided to take myself to the movies.

The movie was cute. It wasn’t the same as when I was a kid watching it on Saturday morning cartoons, but I laughed a lot and followed the action.

After the movie, I stopped at Starbucks then at the book store. I browsed for a long time. Independent book stores are great. I always want to buy them out. Today, the employees were discussing an upcoming contest involving guessing how many objects are in a jar. One was arguing that they can’t do that because someone can do the math and figure out the exact amount. No one is going to do that was the argument back. I pitched in my two cents. These are readers, not mathematicians, plus no one is going to take the trouble to figure it out mathematically.

I took the train home. I got to the station and just missed a train. I looked at the board and there was nothing listed for upcoming trains for my line. I was really confused. I went up to the board that showed each train and where it was on the line. There was a train about 8 stops away. And one ten stops away. “29 minute wait.” Something was definitely wrong with the system. I watched the train move closer and closer. It arrived about fifteen minutes after I arrived at the station. So much for 29 minutes. On the way home, the drive was smooth, other than the driver stopping at a stop that isn’t a stop anymore. Scenic route, I guess.

It was a nice, mostly uneventful day. I should have more of those.

Field trip today

My daughter’s dance troop had a field trip today to dance at a middle school assembly. It was the younger part of the group, so my daughter wasn’t part of the group.

They were desperate for drivers, and I had been fingerprinted, etc, for the school, so they practically begged me to go. I was off work for bereavement leave, so I agreed to go.

I had to be at the meeting point at 7:30 am, but I didn’t realize it was raining. I arrived a few minutes late, but I was there before some of the kids.

I picked up the huge school van. What a difference between that and my tiny little car. The kids loaded up their costumes and themselves in the car, and then we started the seat belt argument. We were the first van to leave, since we finished the loading up and argument first.

I am a slow driver, and I’m even slower with the huge van and the kids in it. I was expecting to get at the performance location at the same time as the other three vans. My GPS decided to send me to the staff parking lot, so I had to drive around the building to get to where I needed to be. I arrived as the third van. But, we all got there.

We learned from last year. We arrived and located the bathroom. Then insisted on chairs for the chaperones. Then we settled in to watch the show and take photos. I was getting texts about the funeral plans, but one thing at a time.

The first performance went smoothly. The first batch of kids left and the second came in. The second performance went smoothly too.

Then, to change and have lunch. We got everyone back into the vans and headed to in n out after having the seat belt argument, again. The place was crawling with the dancers. Everyone got their orders and sat. Suddenly, all the kids got up and started walking. Ok. I guess we’re headed back to school.

We dropped the kids off, returned the vans and headed on our way. I ended up at the funeral home again. Ticking things off the list. I am looking forward to a quiet evening tonight. This means that someone will have something for me to do when I get home.

Crashing a field trip

After work today, I was going to meet my daughter and her class for a field trip to an art museum.

I left work and texted my daughter. She got a ticket for me. I was to meet her in the courtyard by the main entrance. I found parking and walked into the museum. My daughter was nowhere to be seen. I was at the wrong museum. We figured it out after several phone calls.

I got to the right museum. Found my daughter and had lunch with her. Then we found her class.

We walked around listening to the instructor. I thanked him for letting me crash the field trip.

I enjoyed my trip out. We went to the art store and to dinner on the way to class.

After class, when we got home, I realized that I was close to my fitbit goal of 10,000 steps. I paced around the kitchen and bathroom until I hit my goal. Two days in a row! The side trip to the wrong museum helped me get there.

No wasted trips, part two

Yesterday, I posted here about forgetting why I was in the garage randomly. Here’s the follow-up.

When I got home after class, I was running around trying to get to my 10000 fitbit steps, so I was all over the place. I was talking to mom and my oldest daughter while I was doing chores. I got lost headed to the garage again, but only got as far as the doorway. The two of them were shouting suggestions about why I might have been headed there. My daughter got it! Garbage can liners!

It was like a bad game of charades.

Busy planning day

I started yesterday with a manicure. There was a woman there who had been kicked out of her previous salon because her kids were noisy. She was told not to come back with the children, so she didn’t ever go back. This was her first trip to the salon after that happened. Her younger daughter was in a stroller and was entertaining. Calling, “mom, mom, mom!” When her mom finally looked, she said “hi!” and then went back to “mom, mom, mom.” The people around me were entertained, not annoyed. They made comments about how it’s better than their teenagers, and that the girl was happy. No one was bothered

I finished before my daughter and went over and sat to wait. Suddenly, the girls started bickering and a hearing aid was thrown across the floor. I picked it up and brought it to their mom so it wouldn’t get lost. I talked to the girls. They quieted down. The oldest girl was 5 and they didn’t have school because of spring break. The youngest was three. The little one kept asking for her hearing aid, but wasn’t upset. Right before their mom was finished, the girls started bickering again and the little one started crying. My daughter and I waited for their mom to finish, and the mom started looking for the other half of the hearing aid. It was in the cup holder on it stroller.

We went to the place where we will have the reception after the funeral. We had lunch and planned the reception with my mom and aunt and cousin. We all pretty much agreed.

After that, we went to my friend’s house to get my dad’s helmet cleaned up for the funeral ceremony. We stayed and chatted for a while.

Then I went to the book signing, which I already posted about here.

It was an exhausting day, but very fulfilling.

Traffic jam in my head

The last few months, I’ve done more walking into a room and wondering why I went in there than I have in the past. I am not concerned about it. I am just noticing it more and more.

I decided that a lot of it is that I have so much in my head that it is all trying to make itself important at once. I described it to a coworker as a traffic jam in my head, and everything comes to the same spot at once. It brings everything to a stop and I wonder what I’m doing.

That’s my new catch phrase… “what was I doing?” I sidetrack easily. Lists are my friend. My calendar, too. If it’s not on the calendar, it probably won’t happen. Talking to myself is important too. If I hear it, it is more likely to be remembered.

I don’t see an end in sight for less stuff to be in my head. I just have to continue plodding along. Maybe I’ll install a traffic light in my brain?

So, what are you reading?

I am at the overwhelmed point again, knowing my deadlines.

I am supposed to be reading an advanced readers copy of a western romance, but I haven’t gotten to it. It’s due to be reviewed tomorrow.

I have to finish the winter people for bookclub on Sunday afternoon.

I want to finish a second chance because I’m enjoying it.

And the tattooist of Auschwitz needs to be finished because I have too much time invested in it.

Trip to visit dad

I have had a meeting scheduled and rescheduled since before my trip. We just can’t get our schedules together.

It was rescheduled from yesterday to today again, and then from this morning to this evening.

I planned on picking up cream puffs for Dad and visiting him. It’s a couple of stops past where dad’s staying, so I went there first. I found out that they were closed for remodeling. I got him ice cream instead.

I arrived at Dad’s room to find him picking at his lunch. He said hello and fell sound asleep. Apparently, he’d been agitated last night, so he was given meds. He was still sleeping them off.

My mom and her cousins were visiting Dad, too. We decided to grab lunch at cafe mystique, since he was sound asleep.

After lunch, I headed to the main library to wait for my meeting. I found several $1 books that I needed.

The bathroom attendant was listening to something loud, so I asked if it was an audiobook. Nope. She was watching ex on the beach.

As I was leaving the library, I noticed that someone was watching porn on the library computer that was intended for word processing. He has a thirty minute limit, at least. I was also passed by a guy wearing duct tape on his face. It was completely covered. Security commented on the duct tape… You wouldn’t be in the library if you didn’t see something odd, especially in San Francisco. I always see something odd.