I've been back home in beautiful East Tennessee for about two and a half weeks. I'm so glad to be home. Being away for three months, and returning just as the area bursts into late spring sunshine and flowers--I really do live in paradise.
However, my life sometimes seems to be unnecessarily eventful. The last week was a good example.
Monday: Went to the doctor and finally got a diagnosis on the ankle that started hurting while I was in Boston. By the time I left, *both* ankles were hurting. I've got tendonitis in both and have been referred to physical therapy.
Tuesday: Had a wardrobe malfunction that caused me to be running late for an important early appointment. Got out to the garage, only to discover that the car battery was dead. After several abortive attempts to roll-start it down the driveway (something I've never had trouble doing before), we finally jumped it off. Missed my early appointment and was late to work.
Wednesday: An idiot backed his Jeep into my car at a red light, took off, and then--when I caught up with him--he cussed me up one side and down the other. (For more on that story, see post, "Is It a Crime to Be a Verbally Abusive Jerk?" April 17, 2012)
Thursday: Left my coat in a bathroom at work (which is a large building in the inner city that is open to the public). Lost and found was closed when I left because all other staff were gone by then. Got to my car and remembered that my car keys had been in coat pocket. Had to go around building, peering in doors and windows, to find a custodian to let me in. Searched building, found coat, and left--late--for ESL. Three hours later, after ESL is over, I discovered that I'd locked the same keys in the trunk of the car. Had to get a ride home, get my extra key, and then get another ride back to church.
Friday: Good day!
Saturday: My beloved Molly, an indoor cat, has gone missing. I've searched the house high and low. She must have somehow slipped out when I came in the night before. I've searched everywhere outside I can think of, with no luck. I think I broke a toe during my search for her. Later in the day, my mom went to the ER and was finally admitted to the hospital to get her blood pressure under control.
I guess I should focus on Friday. It really was a beautiful day. And all of those other days--they had their high spots, too, I'm sure. I just reported the low points here, but it's not like every day was like that all day long.
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