It’s Friday

In the old days I had a reminder on Fridays to blog.  I totally ignored it. But last week after I posted a blog (after a 2 month hiatus) on a Friday, and then Janelly said she missed my blogs, I thought “maybe I’ll try blogging on Fridays again” – just for Janelly. And then I totally forgot about it, until now.  It turns out, as is consistent with my life now, and maybe always, that the best laid plans…

Next Thursday I’m leaving for San Francisco.  I have a lot to do to get ready to go. My Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday are all booked with various commitments which left today to pack, etc. AND get ready for the craft show that will be on the Saturday when I get back.  I get back on Tuesday night.  Work Wednesday and Thursday which leaves Friday to pack the car to be ready for the 8 am craft fair on Saturday.  So I was looking forward to getting my act together today. And then….

Last night, coming home from mom day (the day I visit mom) pulling into my city garage, that is under construction, I did not judge the entrance around the construction barriers correctly and caught the corner of the barrier and it popped off the corner of my bumper. I mean talk about WTF. So instead of coming into the apartment and getting started on “stuff” I needed to get done for my busy busy week, I sat on the couch, pissed off, and ate M&Ms. I was asked to send a photo of the bumper to a friend who thought her husband could fix it but I wasn’t going back over there last night.  This morning I didn’t even want to get out of bed and think about it.  BUT I did get out of bed and walked over and took the photo sent it to her and then decided to send it to another friend who works at an Auto Collision Repair shop.  She told me to bring it on in.  I did and they popped it back into place and used a zip tie. I mean talk about God being good but so is Janice, James and Tony at the Collision place. After that problem solved I came home and got all the clothes out for the trip.  AND, AND, I was able to get all my stuff in ½ of my suitcase.  So the person I’m going with can hopefully get their stuff in the other half and look at that, saving money and luggage space. Now, at 4 pm, I’m in my P.J’s and have a little bit of time before my evening commitment and out comes a blog.  I mean, how productive was I today even with an unexpected car incident.  Don’t you wonder sometimes how you get it all done? I do. Like when I’m entertaining and I have lofty goals for a menu and somehow, miraculously, I get it all done in time.  Although I don’t entertain very often now, like never, I still remember how I used to pull it all together.

Speaking of that, I am wondering if it’s time to part with all my dishes. I have 7 or 8 sets of dishes.  Mainly just different dinner plates, not like total sets.  But living in this stupid city really limits my entertaining options.  Nobody wants to come in and risk getting shot, although I’m starting to think as long as they are not selling crack they’re probably going to be okay, but I can’t promise that. I really, really want to move out of the city.  REALLY.  But in the meantime my part time job is just a walk up the street and my rent is paid for another month so I’m here until at least October.

The moral of the story? There’s always time to blog. Or maybe it’s that things always work out? I don’t know, but here you go Janelly. Just for you.

xoxox