Not playing with a full deck.
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captainsblogDeck. Jaw. Whatevs.
Eleanor and I got home a bit past seven tonight, after our on-and-off-and-on-again safari to take Emily back to RIT. She was relapsing pretty badly by late this morning, and the 'rents, at least, had pretty much resolved that it wasn't gonna happen today, despite Eleanor taking the day off from work and me planning, and then not planning, on driving the second car to bring the missus home in.
Indeed, after two separate local-Wegmans runs and a resumption of cardio around 3 this afternoon, I had no idea at all we'd be going. Yet we were. There was the call: she wants to go home. NOW.
So I hightailed it off the elliptical, helped her load her car, gave them a 10-minute head start in case, you know, SHE FORGOT ANYTHING, and made up five of those ten minutes in transit to catch up to them at the apartment by a bit past 5.
I met them at her door, weary but happy we'd pulled it off, and ready to take my beloved home. But then Em asked for one last favor: could we run her over to the nearest Wegmans for some ice cream and a few other forgotten provisions? No problem, until we got halfway there. That's when she realized she didn't have her debit card- indeed, didn't even know where it was. (As of this writing, she still doesn't, far as we know.) There were other 20th century options available, though- she did have her license and checkbook, but ordinary bank branches would be closed by now.
So we headed through rush-hour Henrietta traffic to a Tops which, in my vague recollections, Raised the Green Flag™ of our chosen bank with an in-store, open-late branch. Right green, wrong flag; that one's got a Citizens, not an M&T. So she resolved to go without ice cream and Saltines for one more night until she could get a check to an open branch, and I headed back to her apartment via a short cut that's only short if the 900-car freight train isn't crossing it.
It was, of course.
At least we got to see a large fiberglass mockup of a kangaroo wearing a really bad wig on the side of the road before the train passed. Even better for the kid, I regained some of my own brain by the time it did fully pass.
There's an M&T on the edge of campus, a block past the train tracks. She didn't have an ATM card to use at it, but duh, I had mine. So I parked and ran in to get her cash to last until she finds the card (or we do, here, and I bring it back to her). And, it turned out? THAT branch is open as late as their in-store supermarket branches are. So we'll know that next time we take her back after a five-day visit for wisdom tooth surgery.
Don't laugh. Given how this whole thing went, I have not entirely ruled out the possibility of them growing back.
----
Hours later now, we're home and happy, she's home and at least safe and surrounded by friends who will care for her, and, it turned out, they even did have some ice cream in the house.
As do we. Om nom prospective nom.
Eleanor and I got home a bit past seven tonight, after our on-and-off-and-on-again safari to take Emily back to RIT. She was relapsing pretty badly by late this morning, and the 'rents, at least, had pretty much resolved that it wasn't gonna happen today, despite Eleanor taking the day off from work and me planning, and then not planning, on driving the second car to bring the missus home in.
Indeed, after two separate local-Wegmans runs and a resumption of cardio around 3 this afternoon, I had no idea at all we'd be going. Yet we were. There was the call: she wants to go home. NOW.
So I hightailed it off the elliptical, helped her load her car, gave them a 10-minute head start in case, you know, SHE FORGOT ANYTHING, and made up five of those ten minutes in transit to catch up to them at the apartment by a bit past 5.
I met them at her door, weary but happy we'd pulled it off, and ready to take my beloved home. But then Em asked for one last favor: could we run her over to the nearest Wegmans for some ice cream and a few other forgotten provisions? No problem, until we got halfway there. That's when she realized she didn't have her debit card- indeed, didn't even know where it was. (As of this writing, she still doesn't, far as we know.) There were other 20th century options available, though- she did have her license and checkbook, but ordinary bank branches would be closed by now.
So we headed through rush-hour Henrietta traffic to a Tops which, in my vague recollections, Raised the Green Flag™ of our chosen bank with an in-store, open-late branch. Right green, wrong flag; that one's got a Citizens, not an M&T. So she resolved to go without ice cream and Saltines for one more night until she could get a check to an open branch, and I headed back to her apartment via a short cut that's only short if the 900-car freight train isn't crossing it.
It was, of course.
At least we got to see a large fiberglass mockup of a kangaroo wearing a really bad wig on the side of the road before the train passed. Even better for the kid, I regained some of my own brain by the time it did fully pass.
There's an M&T on the edge of campus, a block past the train tracks. She didn't have an ATM card to use at it, but duh, I had mine. So I parked and ran in to get her cash to last until she finds the card (or we do, here, and I bring it back to her). And, it turned out? THAT branch is open as late as their in-store supermarket branches are. So we'll know that next time we take her back after a five-day visit for wisdom tooth surgery.
Don't laugh. Given how this whole thing went, I have not entirely ruled out the possibility of them growing back.
----
Hours later now, we're home and happy, she's home and at least safe and surrounded by friends who will care for her, and, it turned out, they even did have some ice cream in the house.
As do we. Om nom prospective nom.
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Date: 2012-04-17 11:56 am (UTC)*hugs to all of you*