Sunday, May 14, 2006

Speaking of that "Home" Thing...

I was all dressed up and ready to go to church this morning...got in the car...pulled out of my driveway...but the car didn't seem to be moving right, even taking our muddy road into consideration. (The drought is over here; it's been raining for three days.) The engine sounded like it was straining.

This can't be good.

I pulled into a neighbor's driveway, turned around and came back home.

My right front tire is as flat as a pancake.

So I guess this solves the "How am I going to get through the Mother's Day hoo-ha at church today?" problem.

18 comments:

Rainbow Pastor said...

Just thought, though--can you get the tire replaced in time to get to the mindless movie?

If not, my back up idea would be a mindless book at home (my personal preference is Jane Eyre).

Miffy said...

'God moves in a mysterious way' maybe?!

Sue said...

Thinking of you today. Be good to yourself -- I like the movie or book idea, or perhaps a long nap.

LutheranChik said...

Just an update: I had just hit the "return" key to publish this post when I got an instant message from a newer online buddy who lives in this general area of the state -- I'm going to meet up with her and her friends next month and am looking forward to that -- anyway, she said that some of them were going on a kind of spontaneous outing to a restaurant of our mutual acquaintance and enjoyment later this afternoon, and would I like to join them? It's too far out of the way for them to come get me, so I had to say no. I called a garage around here that sells tires and says it does towing -- thinking that maybe they could just bring me a different tire, even a ratty one to drive around on until I can get the car in -- but I got a machine saying no one was available. I've been stalking around here going, "SHIT...SHIT...SHIT..." for the better part of the day.

And -- on that note, and just as a kind of thematically appropriate addition to this Dear Diary situation: as I was sitting here, my dog walked up to me in a purposeful manner, looked up at me as if to say, "Hello -- hey, watch this!" and proceeded to pee all over the carpet. I yelled at him, cleaned things up -- then looked over in the kitchen, and he was squatting down there, depositing a pooplet on the floor. I think it's so cold and wet outside that he's simply decided that he's not going out there. Anyway, I yelled at him again -- I used The Voice, which I only use when he's being very bad -- and whisked him out the back door to finish his business; as I did I accidently bumped his head on the doorpost, and he yiked, and I felt terrible, and was momentarily afraid I'd concussed him.

So -- at this moment my life sucks and I hate it. [rueful grin] SHIT...SHIT...SHIT...

Apart from that, everything is fine...

Emily said...

Oh, time to go to bed and start over tomorrow!

LutheranChik said...

I'd call in sick tomorrow except that I'm already taking Friday off for my next training retreat. As it is, I'm going to be late anyway.
(Whenever something on my car breaks, it almost ALWAYS happens on an evening or a weekend when the garages aren't open.)

I feel like my dog: It's dark, it's raining, it's cold outside, I can't do what I want -- f*** everything. (I'm not squatting on the carpet, mind you...but you get the general idea.)

Songbird said...

Well, crap. The rain is really demoralizing. We've had it non-stop all week. I'm sorry for all this, especially the pee on the carpet.

hipchickmamma said...

and i was just getting ready to comment and hope that your forced time at home would be well spent and enjoyable--not such a good start. i hope it has gotten better!

thinking of you and sending warm wishes!

LutheranChik said...

Thanks, everyone, for letting me rant a little. (Okay...rant a lot.)

Update: My tire is still flat, and the carpet steamer is being readied for duty, and I just this very moment had to intercept the dog before he had another poopatrocious incident on the floor...but I DID get to go out with my friends; an extremely kind member of the group came and picked me up. That was so nice. So I spent a few hours talking and laughing and eating Buffalo wings.

"It could be worse."

bls said...

Well, laughing over Buffalo wings makes up for almost anything.

Almost. Hope you're OK.

Cathy said...

Poopatrocious - a new word for my vocabulary - that made me laugh. I am so sorry you had a "$hitty" day - sorry for the pun. Sometimes when it rains it pours.
Today at church, right after communion, my dear friend and family ran out of the church. Later found out that they had left something on the stove and the house had smoked up and her alarm went off. Thank goodness there was only smoke when the firemen and police got there, but it wasn't such a great day for her either.
Hope your day goes better tomorrow. Glad your friend picked you up and you got an evening out with friends.

Nicodemia said...

Buffalo wings????? You still have buffalo in the US, and THEY HAVE WINGS!!???

Rachel said...

rains, pours, clouds part...
rainbow. May one shine over your head today. And hug yourself, pat yourself on the back. You made it through your first mothers day.
Bless you and your little dog too.
-R

OTRgirl said...

Yeah. Mother's Day was very hard for me this year. I lost my Mom to cancer 9 years ago. For seven years the anniversaries were really bad. (Birthday in March--which I never remembered when she was alive. Cancer Diagnosis Day. Mother's Day. My birthday. Death Day. Her anniversary. Christmas.) This year it was finally not about her. But that was cold comfort.

It just adds to the general yuck for you that it was rainy and your dog was poopalicious!

bls said...

We do indeed have buffalo - without the wings.

But this dish is Buffalo wings - as in, the city in New York. Hot, spicy chicken wings. (Which is ironic, because Buffalo gets about 437 feet of snow every year. Oh, that's probably why they like the "hot, spicy" part, now that I think of it....)

Sheryl said...

And the further you get from Buffalo, NY, the less authentic the wings. I ordered some mild ones down here in Louisiana, thinking Buffalo mild. These barely had any seasoning at all! I expected them to be hotter if anything here.

And bls, you are exaggerating a little. Buffalo only gets about...413 feet of snow every year. (I lived in Erie, PA while I was in college.)

LutheranChik said...

In my neck of the woods, half the time "Buffalo wings" are Banquet chicken wing-dings; people don't have a clue. But these wings were pretty good; and they came with bleu cheese dressing. Only thing missing was the celery.
(Our Brit friends are scratching their heads: "Huh? What?"

Kathryn said...

That's right! How did you guess??
I'd gone through the imagining winged cattle stage and was utterly baffled...
Life has moved on considerably for you since Sunday,- but here's the hug I should have passed on then ((LC))
My father died ON Father's Day, - which was remarkably unhelpful of him, though as he always dismissed it as a load of commercial clap trap it was possibly not entirely accidental!
More hugs xx