<= here are some of the extra commas I forgot to use during the rather breathless typing of this entry.
People seem to think that because it's the weekend, I'm off and have all this time to do the things they've spent their free time thinking up for me to do.
People are high.
On Friday I got up, did took care of animals, made a menu and a matching grocery list, ran dishes, carried Zor to school, and went to the ATM for the maiden voyage of the card at our new bank*. It didn't work. It wasn't signed. None of the pens I had on hand would make even the faintest mark on the glossy strip you're supposed to sign, so I went to the office supply aisle and bought a(nother
) Sharpie, and signed the card.
Mr Moth wasn't too sure that lack of signing caused my card to malfunction, but after I signed it, it worked.
Here is a photo of why it annoyed me to buy a(nother
Of course none of these were in the van because they would have frozen. I don't know if freezing would kill markers, but why risk it? And it turns out you can't sign an ATM card with a colored pencil, either.
So I bought one of these, which is cool, but still an unnecessary expense and an extra step and I resent the whole damn thing.
And so I sailed across the street to the auto parts store for a headlight bulb which cost $12.
The reason I need a headlight bulb is, five or six years ago I bought Berta on one day and Mr Moth bought the Mothmobile on the next day. I was following him home when the Mothmobile threw a rock which punched through my passenger side lens cover and wrecked the whole inside of the headlight housing. But we were broke from having purchased two vehicles in two days, so I slapped some clear thousand-mile-an-hour tape over the hole in the lens cover and I've been driving like that ever since with no problems, until. During a recent snowstorm, a hunk of plastic fell out and snow and ice got in and killed the bulb. Which I thought I could just replace the bulb and the tape and maybe drive for another five years, but no. I'm actually going to need to replace the entire assembly, ojoi. I didn't find that out until later.
Happy knowing I would soon be able to see the potholes that spring up in the dark like troll traps, I collected Zor and commenced grocery shopping. We hit Meijer and Aldi. Not gonna say how much I spent at both places, but suffice it to say, we were out of everything. By then my breakfast had slipped, so we grabbed something to eat so I would neither kill her and eat her on the way home, nor crash and burn the van during a hypo attack.
Came home, put everything away, which took forever. It always does. Putting away two weeks worth of groceries into four days of storage space requires a feat of engineering. I'm never sure I really save time by shopping two weeks at a chunk, but I continue to do it anyway because I'm
my Aspergery father's slightly less Aspergery child
a creature of habit.
By the time I got all that done Mr Moth had come home and we had planned to go to Kroger but I was exhausted and he had a test to take, so we decided to do that on Saturday. There are a couple of hours there that are pretty much a stressblur because I learned of a potential/likely financial disaster pending (the default of Damocles*) and I was fighting off a meltdown. Then I watched an episode of Pit Bulls and Parolees and deleted a bunch of other jazz off the dvr that nobody's ever going to have time to watch. Mr Moth took his test and replaced my headlight bulb and told me about the missing plastic, and then it was time for dinner (fish sticks) and then some more dogs and dog tv, and then early to bed because nothing is as exhausting as shopping unless it's shopping followed by bad news ($) followed by more bad news (plastic).
Next morning I went out and taped up the hole in the headlight (as best I could; it isn't going to hold because now there's nothing to attach the tape to
), did my usual morning stuff--dogs, dishes, Cafe World, meds, breakfast...that stuff. Then Mr Moth and I went and got my parents, who live in the next town north, and took them shopping. Their car has been dead since the first cold snap. I forget how long ago that was, but it seems like forever.
I thought they wanted to go to one store, but they wanted to go to three stores. Which is ok--I want them to go everywhere they need to go while I am already there. It was just a...surprise. And, just for the record, I like spending time with my parents, my issue is just that I feel like I have no time for anything much, including basics like cooking or doing something about my gray hair roots which are now longer than the non-gray part.
Anyway, I found sugar-free root beer barrels and those twisty light bulbs in a low-wattage 5 for $1, so that was a bonus. I've been worried about what I will put in my desk lamp when I can't get 40w incandescents anymore. I don't want a kaPOW light right there inches from my eye; that doesn't actually help me see better.
Now you might think that I could do my Krogering while my parents do theirs, but no, there is actually not enough room in the van because we are a stocking up family, which is good, because I want them to get as much as they need while I am already there, right? (I would really like to take Berta's third row seat out and make more room for cargo, especially since no one can really fit back there anyway, except Kelly. As far as I know only one human being has ever sat back there. But I don't know where to put the seat after I take it out.) So after we unloaded their stuff we came back, picked up Zor, and went to Kroger ourselves.
On the way home we hit the feed store to look at dog beds.
Once upon a time, Cobie had a big dog bed. Then we got Kelly, so we bought her a little dog bed. That worked for a while until she decided she wanted the big dog bed so she took it. So I bought two big dog beds. So silly. But they are over two years old and flat, and the cases inside the covers have both worn out so the stuffing is loose inside the cover. I don't know why you can't just buy dog bed re-stuffers. I ended up buying four medium-sized cheapass dog beds to use to restuff the big dogbed covers I bought there ago. The four medium beds cost less than one large bed because they were radically on sale.
So we all came home, put groceries away, ate, destuffed dog beds, hauled dog bed covers to the basement to wash, and yes I confess, I played some Diablo while they washed and dried.
(And now I need to do a load of towels because the washer is disgusting with dog hair.)
Then Zor and I stuffed the new dog beds into the old dog bed covers. It was a perfect fit. Come bedtime there was much pawing of dog beds and spinning in circles in dog beds, and trading of dog beds. And then there was sleep, followed by tripping over dog beds when I got up to pee because I forgot how puffy the dog beds are now and failed to accommodate.
Which brings us to today, during which I have done my usual morning stuff, plus writing this entry, which is the only non-school-related writing I do anymore. Now I need to begin my extra stuff which includes three school projects, laundry, refilling my pill sorter, and cleaning something (anything, eesh) and whatever else comes up that I can do, hopefully without leaving the house.
In conclusion I would just like to say that when I say I don't have time, everyone knows I am lying, and I guess I am. It's just that I choose to watch Match Game reruns and play Diablo rather than whatever super productive thing they'd like me to do for them. Because I'm a bad person that way.TL;DR
Stuff, school, Walgreens (ATM & pen), Advance Auto Parts (headlight), Aldi, Kroger, eat, home, eat, sleep, bad news*, near meltdown, sleep, drive north, Kroger, Revco, Steve's, drive south, home, Zor, Kroger, feed store, dog beds, home, tv, Diablo, sleep, homework, housework.
* Long annoying story, and for once, I'm not telling it.