I couldn't sleep a wink all morning so I finally just got up at 9:30 after the deafening roar of the vacuum cleaner was nearing the bedroom. The sound of the vacuum means it must be Tuesday, the most sacred day of the week when the house help makes all the crap on the floors and counter tops disappear and hairless sheets (hair from the dogs, I pray) get reapplied. And just as I expected, I hadn't missed a thing all morning except sleep. The dogs were visibly appalled that I was getting up just as they had resettled back in the bed after having shared breakfast with my partner and getting the treat that accompanies any body's departure. They all groaned and gave me their version of the "evil eye" except for the littlest one who is always grateful when I get off of his heating pad.
So with whoooole day ahead of me I can hardly think of all I might get done, except I wouldn't dare try to drive since sleep deprivation can be hazard to every body's health and amazingly, some people have a remarkable desire to live to Christmas shop and pay taxes at the end of the year. Go figure. Given that, I am thinking that the trip to the WRH2SU store may have to wait. Although reading those boxes, again, should cure even the most stubborn case of insomnia.
I remember the time when I could remember everything that I read. Sort of. No, I mean that I that I sort of remember when I could remember what I read, not that I sort of remember when I could remember but then, that may actually be the more accurate statement. Anyway, reading boxes containing some version of a portable hard drive will be an all new experience for me. Again. I just hope when I do go that I don't re-buy the one that did not work the first time. While semi-friendly help always say, "Welcome to WRH2SU" and seem impressed that I'm a gold elite valued customer, I can't help but notice that they are flipping coins, looking very anticipatory as I approach the dreaded department and then, they all scatter like roaches sensing the exterminator, except for the one who obviously won the toss. Even that person turns around and trys to look busy organizing the paperclips. I swear that person must have dead batteries in a microscopic hearing aid because I usually have to repeat "Can you help me find..." several times before the glazed over eyes of whom I'm guessing is a PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) survivor look past me.
My partner always declines accompanying me so hoping for a fifth or even sixth opinion is not worth waiting for. Besides, you know what happens when someone does accompany you. He or she will pick out the one item that was number 10 on your list of 10 possibilities and then you have to figure out how to gracefully, or secretly put it back on the shelf and smuggle the one that won't work when you get home up to the cashier. Then when you get home and the pal who went with you looks at you and the box in puzzlement after hearing you screaming, "The dang thing won't work". Then you have to firmly and indigently state, "But I thought this was the one YOU said YOU thought was the one to get". Then the pal says something like, "No, I handed you the RED box, this is a GREEN box and besides, I was on the aisle behind you and saw you looking over your shoulder when you switched the boxes". That's a good time to just say, "Oh". Then meekly ask the pal if he or she wants to ride with you to the WRH2SU store to return the green box. I can almost guarantee that the pal will say something like, "No".
Oh, look at the time, only roughly three hours until the 2:00 lunchtime. Maybe I'll just plan to eat outside by the pool. If I get started now, maybe I can eat before 3:00.
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