Just a Day
No biggie. I was very busy at work, although not with teaching. It was time to get ready to renew all our subscriptions to online information sources (periodical indexes, online reference works, etc. etc.) and I spent a big chunk of the day calling one vendor or another to get them to send me current price quotes. Not exciting, but it kept me occupied.
I did go to Target with the girls yesterday, and then out to lunch, and then later we ordered our take-out but the order was messed up so the Hubs had to go back. At about seven, I got a whispered phone call from a not-happy FIL asking if we were planning to call the MIL for Mother's Day. Well, duh. I told him we were going to call in a few minutes, as soon as everyone was finished chewing. He chuckled and said "This call never happened." Well, of course we were going to call, what are we, barbarians? It was unfortunate that it took that long for all four of us to be a) home, b) awake, and c) not eating, and in fact, the Hubs hadn't finished his dinner yet. But we called.
My sister, Miss Glass-Half-Empty, had said earlier in the week that she doesn't like Mother's Day, it's a sad holiday. "Why is that?" I asked, and she said "Because I don't have a mother." Pause. "Oh, you too." Oy. She has four children and two step-children; I think she needs to shift her focus a bit here. I did talk to her last night but the Mother's Day thing never came up. She was all charged up because she'd had the last straw with her D-E- double hockey sticks computer, and has decided to get a Mac, so now I'm her guru, as I have been for her with all things computer.
In other news, I'm going to see the physician's assistant at the orthopedist tomorrow, which of course means that my arm has stopped hurting today. I'll let you know.
WATCHING MASH :: ENTRY #1752
HAHAHA. My D-E-double-hockeysticks computer won't boot. Again. Fortunately I got 90% of my data off it the last time it wouldn't boot, so I guess it really doesn't matter anymore. But geez, it's frustrating. Damn Windows anyhow.
ReplyDeleteYour FIL and I must think the same. My son promised to call his father at 7pm last night, and I phoned him at 7:30 to remind him... (Yeah, I think he forgot; there are other things of importance at his house this week.)
ReplyDeleteOf course, Husband was delighted. But if he knew I had called, he'd probably say I was trying to "run his life."