Why can't things ever be SIMPLE?

I always think...hope... and pray that my life kind of starts to slow d-o-w-n at some point.  Instead, it just seems to pick up speed!

I have come off of an eight day roller coaster ride. Believe me when I say that I don't blog about "EVERYTHING" that happens in the course of my life.  For example, I never blog about POF, and I could write a book JUST on that subject. If you don't know what POF is, I am not going to tell you because you don't need to know. :)

In an eight day period I taught every day, different schools, different languages, different levels, and had one snow day. On that snow day, I spent it in my basement mopping up the guck from the kitchen drain pipe backup, and mopping, scrubbing and forever sanitizing the corner of the basement that was used as a kitty litter by the previous tenants. Two months later it STILL stinks!!

I prepped for and went to a job interview. Furthermore, after umpteen phone calls, I got an appointment with a specialist after being on a six month waiting list. THANK YOU NB for universal Medicare. However,  if you want things to move along, you can't wait for them to call you.  YOU have to be call, follow-up, ask questions, and insist. No one cares more about your health than YOU!

I also spent seven long days dealing with a house that is for sale, with the agent being in Denmark, (yeah, the country of Denmark!)  my ex in one city, me in another and the potential buyers in another. The logistics alone of trying to communicate offers and counteroffers, are enough to drive anyone around the bend. I actually Face Timed with my agent at 2:00 am in the morning her time. This should NOT be so complicated. T'was all for naught too!

Meanwhile, my dishwasher is falling out of the wall, and the fluorescent light fixtures in the bathroom have blown.  I am not tall enough, even on a chair, to change them and the ladder is too big for the size of the bathroom, so I have to wait three days for the super to come. My expected company arrives in the fray!  My dear walking partner from The Camino, who lives in Michigan, arrives for a five day stay, to spend time with her mother who lives nearby, in a retirement home. We spend the first night reminiscing about Our Camino, and drinking wine until 3:00 am in the morning! Not smart!  The wine and the 3:00 am part, anyway. I also advise her that if she wants a shower in the morning or evening, when she is here, it will have to be done IN THE DARK!

So, it is finally the weekend. I have to fax a very important document like y-e-s-t-e-r-d-a-y, so I dash off to the library, where it gets faxed. I take a break to visit my mother and have  a game of Scrabble. Four hours later I get a call that the document hasn't been received. HOW CAN THAT BE?  I have the confirmation slip showing it went through.  I was in the process of changing to go snowshoeing, so those plans went out the window, as I had to dash back to the library, before it closed in an hour, in order to REFAX that document.  Why o WHY didn't I just go to Staples in the first place?

I am at the end of my rope by now. This is the straw that breaks the camel's back, so to speak.  In TOTAL frustration, and despair, I lose it and drop the "F" bomb THREE times, yelling and screaming it at the top of my lungs. I know my neighbours on each side are gone, so I can really give 'er.  Then I see my poor Vimy!  The first "F" bomb, he just skittered away. The second one, he tried to hide under the table, and the third one, poor thing, he took off upstairs. He has never seen me like this.   I must admit though, that I felt so much better after I let it all hang out!

Apparently even our pets know that you shouldn't swear and do NOT like it when you do. So I won't be doing that again any time soon. I promise Vimy.