You know that quaint little saying, “Life is what happens to you while you are making other plans”? Accept it as the truth.
We had plans today to get up nice and early, go look for a new washing machine then take a ride in the countryside to find some farm stands and get some fresh veggies. We had to change those plans in mid-stream.
The get up early part worked okay. My husband wanted to use my computer. In exchange, I had requested a Dunkin’Donuts iced decaf and a supreme omelet on a cinnamon-raisin bagel. He must have wanted the computer badly, because I got my breakfast without the need to resort to begging. Then, while my husband used this computer (his laptop doesn’t have a printer), I ate breakfast and started reading the new Harry Potter book. I think when I’m finished with it, I’ll use it for a door-stop – that bugger is heavy for a gal with fibromyalgia!
After the breakfast and computer use exchange, we got ourselves out the door to go to a local appliance store, instead of the usual chain stores. My in-laws have gone to this store for years; they have gotten everything, from their washer and dryer to the 52″ HD flatscreen TV there. We figured we ought to get a good deal just by using their name! The store was very “low overhead.” Lots of products still in boxes; narrow aisles; small “rooms” with different items (actually, a main street set of storefronts that have been connected inside, to make a honeycomb of rooms). The variety was not large but the prices were good. We purchased a front-load washing machine. I had to do a bit of work on that one to convince my husband that the one-time extra cost (front-loaders cost more than top loaders) was worth it over time: less wear on clothing, less water use, less energy use. In our world, less is good. One of the good things about shopping at this local store is the product is on hand and will be delivered Monday. Try that with the chain stores!
What we did not plan on was that this would be one of the muggiest days of the year. We didn’t know that the washers were in the smallest room in the store. We didn’t know that, in order to save money on utilities, they hadn’t turned on their AC yet (it did get turned on while I stood there dripping sweat). I started feeling a bit queasy while I waited for my husband to seal the deal. I ignored it.
After a pit stop at McBathrooms, where I got a bottle of water, we set off on the next leg of our journey – stop for Powerball tickets (even I can dream when the jackpot gets high enough) and have a leisurely drive through the countryside. As we drove along, that nasty queasiness insisted that I pay it some attention. It was like a mild “car sick” feeling, so I tried to ignore it. I failed completely.
My husband looked at me and asked his usual: What’s wrong? Nothing, I reply, just a little queasiness. Nothing to worry about. So we kept on our merry way. About 15 minutes later, I gave in. I told him I thought we should just get the tickets and go home. He said he’d figured that would happen and had taken a route that would get us home in the least amount of time. Don’t you just hate it when you have no secrets? He knows me too well.
When we got home, I decided to lie down for “a few minutes.” The bedroom is the only air conditioned room in our house. I didn’t tether up to my CPAP machine (for sleep apnea) because I wasn’t going to be sleeping, just resting. Fast forward — I don’t know if the cat got nervous with my breathing and decided to walk on top of me to wake me up or if I stopped breathing briefly and that caused me to wake, but when I looked at the clock, it was 2 hours later. I decided my time was up for “resting.” So much for my plans to “just rest.”
The nap helped a little, but there’s still something not quite right. I think my plans for dinner out will have to be put aside as well. Maybe a little soup or something. I don’t know what brought this on, but I don’t think I’ll encourage it to stick around by feeding it well.
It appears my plans to avoid the produce section of the market Monday morning will need adjustment as well. Tomorrow is Sunday and it’s my Sunday to serve as Eucharist minister. That means putting on vestments. Since the muggies aren’t supposed to be gone, that means getting very hot and sweaty … and maybe queasy again, the way things have been going lately. I won’t be going to the farm stands tomorrow either.
I refuse to make any more plans I have to alter — at least for this weekend.