random truths – Day 1,076 (Sunday) – not quite

Quirks and screwups ruled the weekend. Not in big ways, more like not quite right, and the death by a thousand tiny annoyances and cuts kind of way.

Friday, while exiting the parking garage, the car window was frozen shut. It took some jockeying to roll the car far enough forward to open the door near the sensor, but not so far as to crash through the automatic gate arm. The seatbelt had to come off, and my arm was extended around the barely opened door so I could wave my pass card at the sensor. Meanwhile, I was feeling stress because there was another car behind me. Hopefully, they enjoyed the show.

Saturday, while hunkering down from the cold, the decision was made to vacuum. Somewhere between the upstairs bedroom carpet and the downstairs dining room rug, the beater brush, which facilitates the rug cleaning, decided to stop working. An internet search indicates it could be the belt, but further investigation requires a tiny Philips head screw driver which I do not possess and a skill set of which I am not confident. 

A few hours after the vacuum incident, I was rinsing the coffee maker parts and the valve and spring came out in my hand, leading to the merry-go-round of customer service chats with Amazon Customer Service and the coffee maker company.

Late in the afternoon, Winston went outside, and when he came back in, his back right leg was hitched up as if he was still peeing. He yelped and whimpered and hopped on three legs into the house. I gently massaged his hips while wondering if he needed to go to the emergency vet. Suddenly the leg was back to its normal position and he was bouncing around begging for cookies as if nothing had happened. Thanks for the big scare, little boo.

Suddenly weird email.

Today, the quirks continued. The morning was expected to be a bit rough sans coffee. Instant Spiced Chai Latte was tasty, but deficient as an awakening agent. It was a rough morning of dance classes with a caffeine deprivation headache that blocked any muscle memory while we rehearsed dances for a show in a month. The caffeine dependency/deprivation condition led to an afternoon nap. [Note: it's actually two months until the performance. This caffeine-deprived fog is worse than I thought.]

All weekend long, my email on my phone has suddenly been displaying really screwy. Anything that should be an image is a box with an x. No idea why. 

Supper, planned yesterday, was to be a flaky spanakopita spiral bought at Market Basket on Saturday. It was heated and its flaky pastry goodness set on glass plate. The first bite seemed weird and prompted close examination of both the item and the package. It wasn’t spanakopita, which is spinach and cheese, it was just cheese. Not awful, just not the supper that was looked forward to all afternoon. But it fit with the theme of “not quite right” that prevailed all weekend.

Here's hoping for a clean slate and fewer quirks and hiccups for the upcoming week.