For want of a shirt....
Apr. 11th, 2011 10:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogI truly believed, early this afternoon, that I'd finally beaten the bad-luck bug of the past several weeks. A run that began, perhaps even unnoted in this space, by my being nailed on 3/25 or so by a downtown Buffalo parking ticket in a spot that was ambigously marked with a "PARK HERE" sign practically atop a fucking fire hydrant, that $50 fine being the beginning of the end of our fund for such emergencies and stupidities.
Thereafter followed one carcinogenic dog checkup, four straight days of car repairs, and a hit-and-run collisionin a pear tree, which collectively convinced me that Mercury was running the damn. Wrong. WAY in these recent days.
Yet, this morning seemed to bring down the curtain on such things. I got up on time, accomplished relatively significant work before leaving the house, and got to and left my dentist's office with relative hope about the seemingly Bad Things I'd made an appointment for. Dr. Ron didn't fix a simple cavity, and he suspected a root canal, but he ground down the bite on a previous crown and made it seem far more likely that my weekend pain was temporary (or at least deferrable into the not-too-distant future).
My remaining Rochester errands went about as well. I returned to the scene of last week's missed filing deadline, and apologized for being relatively cranky when they refused my filing then (and accomplished it now); I got the rest of my mid-day business conducted on time; and I even managed all of these feats despite my forgetting to feed the parking meter on the nearest corner to City Court. I therefore considered it a curse-breaking sign from God when I returned to my car and discovered that I, like Indiana Jones and Silent Bob, could utter two happy words:
NO TICKET!
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So it was that I made it safely back to Buffalo, and headed happily to the gym at around 2:30 with everything under control for once,.... until I opened my bag and discovered I was in possession of everything I needed except a t-shirt to replace my morning's work shirt.
No problem, though. I'd just head back to the home office and work for an hour or two before changing into gym clothes, right?
Wrong.
----
Emily, still home for a long weekend from college, greeted me when I sailed in the door. One report from her led to another, and before I knew it, we were arguing, hammer and tongs, about technical issues and financial issues and ISSUES-issues that got us yelling at, and otherwise hurting, each other.
Somewhere in the midst of that, Eleanor phoned home from a brief break from work. I handed the phone off to Em, and by the time I took it back, neither of us was making much sense- a state that persisted, in my beloved's hurt absence, for close to two more hours until I finally caught up to her in the Wegmans parking lot to apologize for my contribution to the whole clusterfudge.
By dinner time, we'd all kissed and made up, but it wasn't a pleasant route for any of us.
----
All is well now as I write. We finished our two-night viewing of Warren Beatty's Reds; I performed penance for my argument with Em by scoring her a car charger for her mobile; and, on the whole, things are good again. I still consider the parking-ticket curse to be broken, broken, toil and troken....
Thereafter followed one carcinogenic dog checkup, four straight days of car repairs, and a hit-and-run collision
Yet, this morning seemed to bring down the curtain on such things. I got up on time, accomplished relatively significant work before leaving the house, and got to and left my dentist's office with relative hope about the seemingly Bad Things I'd made an appointment for. Dr. Ron didn't fix a simple cavity, and he suspected a root canal, but he ground down the bite on a previous crown and made it seem far more likely that my weekend pain was temporary (or at least deferrable into the not-too-distant future).
My remaining Rochester errands went about as well. I returned to the scene of last week's missed filing deadline, and apologized for being relatively cranky when they refused my filing then (and accomplished it now); I got the rest of my mid-day business conducted on time; and I even managed all of these feats despite my forgetting to feed the parking meter on the nearest corner to City Court. I therefore considered it a curse-breaking sign from God when I returned to my car and discovered that I, like Indiana Jones and Silent Bob, could utter two happy words:
NO TICKET!
----
So it was that I made it safely back to Buffalo, and headed happily to the gym at around 2:30 with everything under control for once,.... until I opened my bag and discovered I was in possession of everything I needed except a t-shirt to replace my morning's work shirt.
No problem, though. I'd just head back to the home office and work for an hour or two before changing into gym clothes, right?
Wrong.
----
Emily, still home for a long weekend from college, greeted me when I sailed in the door. One report from her led to another, and before I knew it, we were arguing, hammer and tongs, about technical issues and financial issues and ISSUES-issues that got us yelling at, and otherwise hurting, each other.
Somewhere in the midst of that, Eleanor phoned home from a brief break from work. I handed the phone off to Em, and by the time I took it back, neither of us was making much sense- a state that persisted, in my beloved's hurt absence, for close to two more hours until I finally caught up to her in the Wegmans parking lot to apologize for my contribution to the whole clusterfudge.
By dinner time, we'd all kissed and made up, but it wasn't a pleasant route for any of us.
----
All is well now as I write. We finished our two-night viewing of Warren Beatty's Reds; I performed penance for my argument with Em by scoring her a car charger for her mobile; and, on the whole, things are good again. I still consider the parking-ticket curse to be broken, broken, toil and troken....
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Date: 2011-04-12 05:52 pm (UTC)I'm glad you got to finish Reds, at least...!