The Rest of the Story

So those of you that have read the

Green post

below,

will now get the REST of the story of yesterday.

Up in the AM,

finished these crocks for an order,

after a lovely, brisk,

freezing your butt off

3 mile walk in below freezing conditions.

Honestly,

are we going to do this all winter?

Then pack up my painting gear,

pick-up my MIL,

drop off my MIL at dialysis,

off to paint this.

Some of you will remember the beginning of this a few weeks back.

Still have lots to go,

but done until after Christmas. 

Making good time on that project,

I thought that I would have enough time to take back the jacket to

Wallyville

and

pick up the

GREEN

cell phone case at the

Verizon Store

BEFORE

I picked up my MIL. 

So the time line.

12:35

Park at the Verizon Store

Walk in.

Leave my phone,

(Other issues also than just a case)

Walk

to Wallyville

Bag in Hand.

in the door get in line

12:40

Wait, you have to go to another line to get another paper.

Get in that line.

Wait

Wait Wait.

Until I have an anonymous blog, I won't go into details about that Wallyville

employee,

lest you all think that I am insensitive

however,

I will tell you that he smelled so bad that I had my sleeve up over my nose.

No cause for smelling that bad.

Get my other paper,

Back in the other line.

Is it me, or does it seem like everyone just wants to chit chat with the Walmart employees today?

I have to pick my MIL up at 1:00!!!

So I am down to one person in front of me.

and

The old people bus pulls up.

It was like a parade of

walkers,

wheelchairs,

oxygen,

shopping carts.

and

they all came between me and the counter

where I was now next.

and

the bottom of the receipt is missing.

The bar code.

So they will have to give me store credit.

No problem.

Other than the time

It is now 12:45. 

and

they

need

my

driver's license

Which is in the car, parked by the Verizon Store.

Reach in my pocket,

as I am running

yes,

RUNNING!

to the car.

No keys.

I left them lay on the counter at the Verizon store.

Into the Verizon Store

where

the lady tries to explain the problem with my phone.

No time,

we'll talk later,

Grab my GREEN phone,

my keys,

RUN

to the car,

get my license

RUN

back to Wallyville

and

I am THIRD in line. 

Tapping foot

Looking at the clock

on my GREEN phone.

I finally get to the counter,

get MY Wallyville card,

wrap $20 of my money in the receipt and

RUN

back to the car.

Drive to the dialysis center and pull in at

12:57.

Longest half hour of my life?

Not hardly,

it was the NEXT half hour.

She was not done until 1:30.

You ask,

why the panic?

Apparently you have never been late

to pick up an

Italian

MIL

on

Dialysis!

I have.

Enough said.

Back home, get my MIL delivered,

painting stuff back in the house.

Get my car,

Back to work,

Where JWS,

did I mention he is sick?

(Really, a sick husband should evoke even more sympathy to my plight)

He leaves,

I finish the day.

Come home,

supper and some GREEN phone discussion.

And time to rest.

and make this.

I already had the circles cut and

it is going out

today

to a

friend.

I hope that she likes it!