Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Amanda and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day - oops, make that plural

It's actually become so ridiculous all I can do is laugh, but really - can it be the moon? is mercury in retrograde? did I bother some spirits at the Mayan ruins? What happened in the last couple days?

The plan was to finish the last part of getting home - a drive from Virginia to Vermont. Not exactly the nicest way to spend an entire day, but once things get going it can be pleasant enough. Except when the car breaks down an hour out. Four hours and a tow truck later we were back where we started, me with a lovely new sunburn by which to remember the occasion.

In the interests of getting back to work a.s.a.p., I went online to purchase a last minute plane ticket, and somehow managed to buy a round-trip ticket for my one-way travel. Naturally unrefundable and non-transferable. The lady at the "help" center was very clear about that in the seconds following my unfortunate purchase.

Then I stepped in gum.

Day 2. Barely made the plane, due to misunderstanding, lack of communication, and a large truck that drove right down the middle of the two-lane highway. Had to carry on all my luggage and throw out lotions, makeup, toothpaste (honestly, toothpaste? How far are we going to go in the name of "security"? - or perhaps I'd better not get started on that strain, it leads to ranting and raving and dark depressions).

Bumpy plane ride, crowded bus home, thought my troubles were over...

But no. My refrigerator had died sometime - I would say sometime in the early days of my being gone. I won't pain you with a description of what greeted me upon opening the freezer door, but lets just say it wasn't pretty. Bad enough that a new refrigerator had to be obtained.

I think that that is the end of the no-good very-badness of my last couple days. So good to be home. Ha.

Really, its not that bad. I try to think of money as inconsequential anyway, and that's really all that's lost. Now, I just have a chuckle at the absurd timing of it all. And write about it here, when it has nothing whatsoever to do with the point - aka art - but oh well.

I made a wallet this evening. May be my new crafty venture...



At August 1, 2007 at 8:26 PM , Blogger eb said...

welcome home dear sweet AmandaMay - I want to give you a big mama bear hug and stroke your sunburnt brow...

maybe a healing singing bowl treatment when things settle down...

I had a refrigerator event like that - not too long ago... but it wasn't summer.

Anyhoo - I'm glad you're home - let's connect in the physical...

xox - eb.


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