today, was an incredibly weird day. i think the crazies are out. and they always manage to find me.
the morning started off good enough, had a great work out at the gym, got some shopping done for this weekend's adventure camping trip (in which we drive two hours to Pembroke, bike for 12km down an old train track to our campsite, and sleep there for the night) and then stopped at Tristan's because i saw a beautiful dress there last tuesday while on my day-date and was determined to try it on. it looked like...it looked like my Paris dress.
i already have a Paris jacket, but i won't be wearing it if we go to Paris in the spring, but i need to see the gardens...decisions, decisions!
so i went in to try it on and i had the gaffer with me. it's a wrap dress. one of those: here's the skirt and here's two swatches of extra long fabric for you to wrap around yourself. no instructions allowed. so i tried it on. and couldn't figure it out. but sort of. during this time, i had met the flamboyant salesman (would he think i looked fat in my dress?) and was waiting for him to ask me how it fit so he could show me how to wear it. but a salesgirl came over as i was trying on the other one (different colour) and i asked her to come back. she didn't. until ten minutes later, after i intercepted a phone call from rsh and told the gaffer for the tenth time to sit still and take it down a notch (the change room was smaller than a powder room). so she came back as i was dressed and i opened the door.
she looked about 50. wearing tight little jean shorts. and a peach sparkly top. her nails were fake, but not the good kind. the weird wide ones that curl funny. and they were peach. and her legs should not have been wearing shorts and her face looked like she was 70. and she kept touching my arm. it was creepy. so i bought the dress to play with at home (it works!)
at the grocery store, the gaffer was talking non-stop and all i wanted to do was get some underwear. at the cash i finally told him to stand still and not move as my very slow cashier rang through 60$ worth of groceries. behind me was a woman with 4 children. all under 6. she yelled out 'hey!' and began talking to a friend. her baby started screaming. for 5 minutes. the mom didnt' pick her up. now, i don't blame her, but i was seriously going to snap. i stuck my finger in one ear and just breathed. i wanted to turn around and just start screaming, 'shut up! shut up! shut up!' (such a Christian thing to do) but i didn't.
on the drive home, there were weird drivers. drivers cutting me off, drivers telling me to go ahead of them when i clearly could not and i held up traffic about 6 times.
then i crashed for a nap. i slept hard for two hours. rsh was home by then. i almost had two car accidents on the way to the puddlepark (playtime for neurotic dog). we stopped at timmy's for hubby to get a coffee (wouldn't you rather have a nice equator?) and was ambushed by a very large, very...drunk? teenager asking me if i had a smoke. she went and sat down, obviously loitering (big sign under her) looking drab and depressed. i let rsh drive home.
as i made supper i realized i was going to snap. seriously snap. no, not pms time. huh. why? i checked the calender. the gaffer had been out of school for almost three weeks now. my routine of not having him for two full days a week was gone. i have him all the time now and the sitter cut back her hours. i haven't had a day to myself in two weeks. and i haven't gone on a retreat with God since last November. i 'could' have gone last weekend with the women's ministry but rsh was off camping with the men, so i didn't go. huh. i need some serious r & r.
and to top off last night, i couldn't figure out what was going on with my body. i looked. i'll save you the details, but rsh had to go to the pharmacy to pick up some..anti-fungal cream. no, i won't be camping now because i cannot sit on a bike for 12km and not have plumbing.
so do they go alone? do they stay here? i'm so torn.
but i really need to get out of here...
ps: did i mention i was text - harassed from someone living in the yukon?
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