Let’s sum up today, I rushed into work to set up a projector for an event where I was told several times “YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE THE PROJECTOR SET UP RIGHT?!” I finally got it set up after doing a update on the software on the laptop, rebooting our sever because a user couldn’t access a financial file, and rushing between offices to find paperwork for my wife so she could admit a child this afternoon. My wife calls and tells me she had to come in because a kid was going to have to be hospitalized and she needed to talk with them. Darn, there goes getting much else done in the office.
Anyway I rushed home so my wife could go into work and do therapy with the kid that was being admitted into the hospital. While she was gone I watched our daughter. My daughter, after waking up, wanted to play so I tried chasing her around a bit. She then did her run from one side of couch to the other, which is what she does after she potties. Poopy diaper change two of the day. When we went back into the living room she wanted to read. The problem was none of her books kept her interest. Then she decided she wanted to watch Elmo but he wasn’t on TV and we don’t let her watch it on the computer every time she wants to. Having your child say repeatedly “MELMO” is a wee bit maddening. Honestly the Obama administration would probably classify it as torture.
Finally to distract her I opened the door so she could look outside. She loves hitting the glass screen door and looking at our front yard. After maybe two minutes she started saying dog. So I look up from my computer screen to see a dog standing on the other side of the screen door licking the glass where my daughter was at. I went out to see if I could see a tag on the dog.
The lost dog was Rockie and at 10:50 AM my adventure with Rockie began. I went outside to read his tag and he ran from me. So I went back to the house and then he ran to my door begging to come in. There was no way I was letting a strange dog into my house with my daughter or with our dog Annabelle who is our ever faithful and often spirited (read that as a cross between obnoxious and some positive endearing sounding adjective) house dog who lately presides in the kitchen. Seeing a number on his collar I decided to put him in my backyard till I could contact his owners. After calling the number which was to the dogs vet I got the owners numbers who would not answer her cellphone or home phone. The obnoxious thing was I left her messages and twice got a busy signal. It’s not like I didn’t leave messages. I began wondering was she screening her calls?
My dog Annabelle to prove the adage no good deed goes unpunished decided to go nuts and bark for just about an hour straight once she discovered there was a dog in the backyard. This happened to be during lunch time for my daughter who I had to feed in the living room instead of the kitchen so I keep Anabelle away from the backdoor of the kitchen that separated her from Rockie.
My daughter decided her lunchtime apple sauce would be better eaten with her hands. She by the way repeated that insistence with her yogurt at dinner. For obvious reasons this was not a good idea. It is amazing that a baby can cry loud enough to drown out the whimpering whining dog that though out of sight of Rockie still was fussing over the knowledge of him being in her yard. Rockie come to think of it did look a bit like the squirrel of the same name. Anyway my daughter started off eating lunch by eating cheese– that went well. This was followed by the cucumber that was a bit more irritating to feed her. She ate the first half like a princess. The second half she ate like Roger Clemens attempting to pitch a close-out to the floor. I intercepted most of those gnawed missiles.
After that I went to pick up my father-in-law to carry him to an appointment. Poor guy has a bad strain of his Achilles heel. I cleaned my CRV up so it would be presentable because my wife suggested I do so like three times (she wants me to add that this is a slight exaggeration). I figured what the heck it needed to be straightened up anyway. As I drove my father-in-law to his appointment I get a phone call from work with the following opening line. “THE PROJECTOR ISN’T WORKING, WHY ISN’T IT WORKING?” with what sounded like a tinge of panic and frustration in the voice. The person on the phone then asked, ” you did set this up earlier right?” My answer was yes, what I didn’t know was that after I left, someone “helpfully” decided to undo the laptop from the projector for no apparent reason other than they just didn’t like where it was sitting in the empty conference room. Fill in the appropriate adjective of your choice.
After trying very unsuccessfully of trying to walk them through on how to drag the video over from the laptop to the projector they gave up and said “the video isn’t that important, don’t worry about it.” So I’m driving along irritated that someone couldn’t leave the equipment alone (this was after discovering someone bent one of my personal cords loaned to the agency) when my father-in-law says “you know these vehicles Honda make aren’t very comfortable.” I dropped him off at his appointment and began rushing home. On my way at least five birds decided to play chicken with my car. Swerving to miss birds is not as much fun as you might assume. That went along well with the bird that had decided to paint my CRV on my way to pick up my father in law with an artistic white washing over the lower third of my car window.
When I got home my wife and I decided we should just carry the dog to the dog’s vet. The vet had suggested that we could drop him off there and the owners could pick him up there. We thought that would be a good idea so we could let our dog out of her crate. “We” meant “me” because my wife was working on admissions papers while our daughter took her nap. I got a towel and put it down and Rockie jumped up on it with his dirty paws. As I drove Rockie decided that he wanted to drive and tried to climb over and see me as I drove. I pushed him off of me and of course he moved the towel in his excitement. My nice clean car now has dirt stains from the dog’s paws on the seat. I will be thinking of Rockie for a while now until I can clean the passenger seat.
When I got home my wife went back to the office. I tried to do billing while watching a very active 15 month old. Who surprise, surprise pooped twice more while I was watching her. When my wife got home we let our dog out and she busted out of the double gate that leads to our front yard.
So to sum up my day…. It kinda of stunk but I’m still blessed.
