Bad Day

Mostly I have good days. But when I have a bad one, I really have a bad one, where everything goes wrong, I mean everything.

I asked my oldest what she wanted for her birthday. She sent me links of books on Amazon but asked me not to buy them on Amazon.

I thought of Powell’s books in Portland. I went to their site, found the corresponding titles, put them in my cart, was prompted to create an account, set up a password, put in my credit card info, and hit purchase. The site gave me an error notice regarding my phone number.

I tried using parentheses, then none, hyphens, then none. I typed the phone number over and over again, but still got the error message. The phone help wouldn’t kick in for two more hours. I got frustrated, closed down the whole thing and bought the books on Amazon.

I don’t want to support the richest man in the world, but at least his website works.

Then I tried to buy her some dog earrings. I found a cool Southwest artist in Santa Fe, but when I put the earrings in the cart, the flat-rate shipping came up at $16.00. I backed out.

Then I tried a Chinese website for doggy earrings, and once again, couldn’t get it to take my info.

And that was all before 8:00 a.m.

The day went downhill from there.

I did three loads of laundry since the dog that shares my bed, has fleas. Sheets, blankets, comforter. Lots of lifting and twisting.

I emailed a friend a question and got a phone call to answer it. NO. Do not call me if I email you. The whole point of email is to be efficient and nonintrusive into my crappy day.

Then I realized that it was time to take my orthotic back to the podiatrist so that the temporary patch she added on my right heel four weeks ago could be made permanent. The receptionist talked me into giving up both orthotics, so I walked back to my car with an old orthotic in one shoe and no orthotic in the other shoe.

Ow, ow, ow, ow as my low back tweaked in new ways.

Then I stopped by to seem my sis and did some exercises with her, me on the porch and her in her chair six feet inside the door.

I came home, put out the trash for tomorrow and felt each step for each of the four cans.

Ow, ow ow, ow, ow.

I came inside, fed the dogs, put an old orthotic in my other shoe to even out my back and then called it a day.

TV on, book to read, no more trying to do anything. My new laptop was dead, even though it has been plugged in all day.

I’m glad I have a massage and chiropractic adjustment tomorrow. Hopefully it will be a smoother day, all the way around.

Oh, one good thing. Because of Covid, the doctor’s office doors are propped open to keep people from touching doorknobs. I saw a colorful office on my way to the podiatrist’s, so I stuck my head in.

Spiderman everywhere – the day’s highlight.