Kidding. Woke up at 7:15am groggy and sore. Told myself to get up and get going to the flea market. Let dog out, chugged glass of water and Vitamin D. Checked Internet for world tragedies. Checked Facebook for friends tragedies – I mean, triumphs. Told myself to get showered and get going to the flea market. Showered and dressed. Slowly. Told myself to hurry up and get going to the flea market. Got purse, cash etc. and got into the car to go to the flea market. Google Maps wasn’t working. Kept saying that I wanted to go the Home expo. I didn’t. Took a good look at the map and figured it was simple stupid and I could find my way there and off I went.
Missed the exit.
Pulled off at a shopping center hoping for a Starbucks, a bathroom and a quite place to kill my phone. There was nothing. But Google Maps decided it would work now. Phew. Off I went – in the wrong direction. But Google Maps instructed me to make a U-turn. So I did. And off I went. The rode looked familiar. My mood picked up. I toddled along past gas stations and broken down shops. The neighborhood got worse. The pot holes in the road got bigger. Smart was not enjoying the ride. Neither was my butt. One more mile, Google Maps said – as I passed what looked like the entrance to the flea market.
Crap. Wrong lane to bust out a U-turn. Google Maps said to continue down the road and then make a left. She must be taking me to the back entrance, I thought. The one I’ve been to before. I relaxed. I turned when she told me; left at that stop sign, right at that one. And then I was there. I’d reached my destination. But THE FLEA MARKET WAS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND! I was in a dead end street and the flea market was somewhere on my left ACROSS THE FREEWAY!
A short screaming and cursing fit later, I pulled myself together – looked around for witnesses that might need to be suppressed – and pulled a U-turn out of the dead end and actually started to pay attention to where I was. Streets were familiar and with a left here and a right there, I made it to the flea market.
Proud of myself, I spent the next few hours wandering about the flea market, getting more and more depressed by the amount of stuff there is in the world. Stuff we make/buy/inherit that is so very important to us will all, at some point, end up spread on a table and sold for silly made up amounts of money. Deep thoughts for a Saturday morning, I know. But it was a beautiful day and some of the stuff had potential to become my stuff at some point. I even got a few “I like your hair!” comments from folks. But despite the love, my liked hair didn’t have a hat on, and the sun was hot and I got a wicked sun headache so home I went.
Much easier to find home, by the way. Didn't get lost or cuss out my GPS once.
I stopped at the grocery store on the way. Husband had hooked up the oven Friday night so cooking in the house was now something I could do. I decided to make a roasted chicken for lunch. Chicken and all the fixings picked up, home I went to cook in my new kitchen with my new oven.
Except the oven didn’t work.
It turned on. The fan blew around but the only thing that got hot were the lights on the pretty blue oven walls. I tried all the settings. Nothing. Husband tried. Nothing. Finally he figured out the fuse was defective. Chicken went back into the fridge and off to Home Depot we went. Again. Where we bought lights for the under the kitchen cabinets. And we bought lights for the kitchen celling. And we wandered about and looked at trim. And looked at some more trim. And, about two hours later, we finally made it out of there, pockets much lighter, carrying lots of lights, light boxes and one hopefully working fuse.
The day was feeling unproductive and blah. And then husband spotted this guy on the dead neighbors car...
He actually stayed there long enough for us to get into our house, for me to get the camera, run back up the hill to their parking spot and take a dozen blurry shots of him before he gave me the look of disgust and flew off
A good day! Honestly, every day that ends with Owl is a good day - regardless of all the crap that goes down before. An Owl day is a good day!
As Husband likes to say, Angelina Jolie would play the part of me in the fascinating retelling of this story. Brad Pitt, of course, would play husband....
Dinner was delicious by the way - after Husband fixed the fuse and the stupid chicken cooked.
This is what it looked like cooking away in our new WORKING blue walled oven. And yes, I totally put that chicken in the next day and took this picture because I forgot to take a picture while it was actually cooking.
Hope you all have a happy Owl day, folks!