Crazy-Ass Day! Plus, a Story!
So it has been one of those days where everyone comes at you all at once asking for stuff or asking questions or wanting you to do something or wanting this or that thing. At about 10:30 I practically lost it and basically wanted to tell everyone, "if you'd all effing leave me alone for 5 effing minutes I could put together the information you're all asking for! Sheesh!!!" I did manage to only snap at one person in the course of all this, so I suppose I'm doing ok... I did apologize practically on the spot but, seriously, I need to remember to PAUSE and step back for a moment when things get like this...
Apparently this is what my boss deals with on a daily basis and it makes me a) glad I'm not her, and b) in awe of her for dealing with it with such grace and calm.
Anyway, in the midst of all this, the (very cute and adorable) UPS guy showed up with my new duvet cover!! Yahoo!! I put it on my bed this afternoon and snapped a couple shots. Lookey here:
Pretty, no? I actually like the duvet cover and pillow shams much better when they're all together. The shams are nice and all but I don't think they don't work very well on their own.
And I'm not the only one around here who got a new bed... (Woudlja check out that literary transition!?) A week or so ago I was at Target and found a cute little bed for Miss Yorkie Princess. As with most things in her life (food being the only exception), it took her a little while to warm up to it. But now she has it figured out she gets into full-on lounge-mode with soft-underbelly exposed and everything:
Here she is, all pouty and sad that mom is working instead of throwing the stuffed hippo for her:
My birthday rapidly approaches. I still haven't come up with an idea for where to go to dinner with my dad and bro, et al... but I have Friday off (and have the fun and excitement of going to see my neurologist. YAHOO!) as well as Monday, which is my actual birthday. So, Saturday night is dinner with a few friends, Sunday is brunch with my mom's side of the family and Monday I'll be sleeping all day trying to recover from my weekend! Also, the Conductor is apparently in Portland that day so I'm going to try to arrange lunch or something with him. I've not seen him since my trip up north back in October. My, how times flies!
Speaking of, Sunday marks one year from the day I left Boston.
Saturday, August 13, 2005 was one of the hottest days Boston saw that year. After doing some last-minute clean-ups in my apartment and loading up the car, I dropped off the apartment keys and Rennie and I went down to Harvard Square. I was determined to buy a Harvard t-shirt or sweatshirt or something before I left Boston and, fittingly, I did it on the last day I was in the city. So we wandered about Harvard Square, sweating up a storm, waiting for my dad's plane to land.
If I'd been smart, I'd have booked a flight for him into Albany, NY and then Rennie and I could have returned the apartment keys and left town right at that moment, meeting him in New York at my uncle's. As it was, Dad flew into Boston's Logan Airport and, naturally, his flight was late. So, it being unbearably hot and miserably humid, I drove to the airport around 7 or so, put Rennie in her soft-sided carrier and into the terminal we went.
And then we proceeded to wait. I had my Pocket PC so I played a number of games of Cubis and talked to my mom and Aunt in Portland, while Rennie lounged in her carrier chewing a Dingo bone. Dad's flight landed around 8 and we went directly from Logan to the car and from there headed west towards Saratoga Springs, New York where Dad's younger brother Jeff and his wife Gale live.
By this point it was dark and Dad and I both were tired but rather than pay for a hotel and drive on my birthday it seemed like the easiest thing to do to just hit the road and then spend my birthday in a more relaxed way. So I pointed the car onto the Massachusetts Turnpike for the very last time.
(To be continued tomorrow...)
