Mood:
irritatedNow Playing: traffic sounds
The cheery FedEx guy - same dude who dropped off the new one Brother sent us - was here bright and early at 10:30. So I didn't have to linger 'round the house, and there was tons of stuff I could do at home or out there.
So what'd I do ? Watched a movie, ate some chips, did some laundry, took out trash, did dishes, ate leftovers for lunch and ran a few errands I could on the way to picking Dearest Son up. Basically what I would have done while waiting anyway. I have tomorrow sort of planned - groceries, errands, a nice lunch out, and a little house work - so I left everything the way it was. Didn't do as much housework to day as I should have, but heck with it. I'm still recovering.
Had some rough traffic moments. How could anyone miss a big ugly van, with the lights on and a big harpie like me yelling at 'em ? Because they're too busy fussing with some papers on the passenger seat to notice they just drifted into another lane - where the harpie happens to be ! He waved this sort of 'yeah, yeah' gesture at me - then went back to the passenger papers ! Texas plates, I'm sorry to have noticed.
Then there was the kid who kindly stopped so I could cross the street at the library - and revved his engine just as I reached his hood. It was a nice day, so his window was open. I leaned over and smiled kindly at him. "Thanks ! Tell your Mom I said Hi !". The solitary upraised car key between my fingers was barely noticeable. Besides, I enjoy acquainting the kiddies with anticipatory worry...
See how evil I become when I can't sew ? That kid should be grateful I can still at least shop ! :) I could have probably torn a tire off with my teeth !
Got home, and I'd missed one of Son's appointments. So we piled back into the van and tore it across town. Where, of course, I got behind someone who needed better directions, because I saw a left, than a right, then a left signal before they just stomped on their brakes and switched lanes. I let an expletive out. They've been cooped up for weeks ! It's a better idea, I learned in the appointment, to use a word to describe that feeling, rather than a word I might not like Son to use at school.
So next time a harpie in a big ugly van bellows 'FRUSTRATION !', wave. It's probably me !
