God only knows
God makes his plan
The information’s unavailable
To the mortal man
We’re working our jobs
Collect our pay
Believe we’re gliding down the highway
When in fact we’re slip slidin’ away
I did so little today it’s almost embarrassing.
I did get up at 6:45 to go to the mechanic’s this morning. Imagine that – the garage was exactly where Pretty said it would be! Anyway, they say there’s nothing wrong with my car – no “rattle” except perhaps the slight exhaust leak that I have, that will cost me $240 to have fixed. I know I flipped at The Ex last night, but I called him when I was done and asked him if he could fix it for $100 instead. He said he’d look into it. Then I told Pretty, who called her husband, who called the mechanic (who’s his friend) and the mechanic said I have the “good” Focus with the “good” valves, whatever that means. The Ex’s dad suggested my problem was that the car is idling too low, but apparently you can’t adjust the idle on a Focus like you can on other cars. Then AM2’s husband suggested I needed my valves adjusted, but if my valves are the “good” ones, then I guess I’m safe there.
Then I went to the grocery store and bought some groceries. I came home and made potato leek soup with roasted red peppers, and a meat pie.I’ve never made the soup before, but it tastes all right, so it must be okay. It’s a bit thick, but *ahem* it eats like a meal that way, I think. Tastes good with the pumperknickel bread, too. I thought the roasted red peppers would add a little more pizzazz to it, but I think I’ll leave them out next time. I put in some dillweed, too, and I think I might increase that a bit. Of course, I had no recipe, so… Meh. It’s all good.
I did get the paperwork from The Ex last night to take to the courthouse… What the moron never told me (because the moron never looked) was that the paperwork has a phone number on it that you can call to see if your clearance has come through from Ottawa yet. When I realized that this morning, I was pretty ticked off. And of course when I called, they’re nowhere near our number yet (we’re 1694, and they’re processing 1633). So that means I have to take more time off work, which I don’t have, in order to go down and file the paperwork. They open at 8:30 and close at 5. So I’m either going to have to be late for work, or leave early. I’m sure my boss’ll love that. *sigh* But since I never do it, and given the circumstances, perhaps they’ll understand. Grrr.
I spent the afternoon reading and napping, and woke up from a bad dream that involved my lemon zester, a wagon, and running away from my parents?!? I watched LoTR for the upteenth time and had some of my tasty meat pie for dinner. Yay me!
I’m sitting here arguing with myself – trying to determine if I should contact K. or not. He’s “friends” with at least three other people from Hell, so I don’t know what that means for me… if anything. Boys are confusing. And I read too much into everything, so I’m trying to remain exceedingly casual about this whole situation. You know what it is? I hate to be ignored. Probably part of my “second child” syndrome, tying in with being overly empathetic.
Or I’m talking out of my ass. That’s possible, too.
