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Mar. 14th, 2002 07:46 pmThere are days when I feel as if there is a big sign tattooed on my forehead, saying "Take it out on me!"
Today was such a day.
I managed to escape from others long enough during the late morning and most of the afternoon to do the remaining part of an assignment due tomorrow morning. I just need to check the work and send it off, but I don't much feel like doing it tonight.
The kids are off tending some horses for the parents of one of Drew's old school buddies. Apparently, when they left, they somehow let the dogs (plural) out, which is not good, seeing as how they tend not to come home when they go out together. The last time this happened, we lucked out because the animals were turned over to the Humane Society. The problem is, we can't depend on that happening time after time, and it gets more and more expensive every time it happens (as I understand it, eventually, the cops get involved).
But the dogs are not stealthy. It's not as if they snoop and poop their way along walls and around corners. Yesterday, the dogs got out and I went chasing after them, getting my only pair of good shoes good and muddy. What happened today?
It is cold out there. Last night, it was windy, too, to the point where the howling woke me and I seriously expected to hear things going crash-bang in the dark. If it's like that tonight and the dogs are still out there, they will not enjoy themselves.
It also seems I am also the butt of just about everyone's grousing about everyone else around here.
So-and-so doesn't think this other person is pulling her weight. This guy is upset with this other guy. One party wants to have a "conversation" with another, so long as the latter party has pat answers that don't disturb the world view of the former party. When a series of digs gets no response, the person being dug at is being obstructionist; when finally a dig gets a rise from the attacked party, said party now carries a chip on the shoulder.
The easiest part of the day seems to have been dealing with the rooter guy, who came and jetted out some crud from the lines leading from the house to the septic tank, and only charged $180 for the job.
Then again, I suppose it's days like this that make me aware of being happy.
Whenever that is.
Keep your powder dry...
Cheers...
Today was such a day.
I managed to escape from others long enough during the late morning and most of the afternoon to do the remaining part of an assignment due tomorrow morning. I just need to check the work and send it off, but I don't much feel like doing it tonight.
The kids are off tending some horses for the parents of one of Drew's old school buddies. Apparently, when they left, they somehow let the dogs (plural) out, which is not good, seeing as how they tend not to come home when they go out together. The last time this happened, we lucked out because the animals were turned over to the Humane Society. The problem is, we can't depend on that happening time after time, and it gets more and more expensive every time it happens (as I understand it, eventually, the cops get involved).
But the dogs are not stealthy. It's not as if they snoop and poop their way along walls and around corners. Yesterday, the dogs got out and I went chasing after them, getting my only pair of good shoes good and muddy. What happened today?
It is cold out there. Last night, it was windy, too, to the point where the howling woke me and I seriously expected to hear things going crash-bang in the dark. If it's like that tonight and the dogs are still out there, they will not enjoy themselves.
It also seems I am also the butt of just about everyone's grousing about everyone else around here.
So-and-so doesn't think this other person is pulling her weight. This guy is upset with this other guy. One party wants to have a "conversation" with another, so long as the latter party has pat answers that don't disturb the world view of the former party. When a series of digs gets no response, the person being dug at is being obstructionist; when finally a dig gets a rise from the attacked party, said party now carries a chip on the shoulder.
The easiest part of the day seems to have been dealing with the rooter guy, who came and jetted out some crud from the lines leading from the house to the septic tank, and only charged $180 for the job.
Then again, I suppose it's days like this that make me aware of being happy.
Whenever that is.
Keep your powder dry...
Cheers...
