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The day is turning out okay. I should start there.
It's one of those good news/bad news intros. Kinda like when you call someone and the first thing you say to them is "Just know we're all okay". That's the good news, you see. After you share that bit of info, you go back and fill in all the problems/bad news that happened.
The bad news. It's not anything big, but only because it all worked out. Yeah, today has been full of little irritations that could have been serious issues. They were all fixed, quelled or resolved, but the happy outcomes doesn't quite remove the pall of anxiety that clouded most of the day.
We drove down to Madison last night and stayed at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
finabair's place. It was wonderful, except that we didn't get down there until midnight and there was no time to visit. I was too tired to talk much that night and only got to have one small glass of wine. It would have been nice to sit around and chat, but I just wasn't up for it. I did get up early enough to make everyone breakfast before JennJenn had to go to work and that was nice. We were gone before she had lunch so that didn't work. I'm feeling that I'm just unable to find time to really communicate with people lately and that we just end up talking about things that I don't really have a passion about. It really doesn't matter because as long as the person I'm talking to has a passion about the subject, I'm more than happy to be the listener. It leaves me feeling... disconnected. Although, as I have nothing of import to say, so that may be okay.
Today's real issues started out with my bank losing the $200 deposit that I put in yesterday. As in, I went to the bank, deposited my money bringing my account up to the necessary balance to cover the bills I have coming in. Plus just a bit left over so we could cover gas costs for the trip down to Madison to see the Lion King Musical that Myr had tickets to. We packed our own food, so gas would be the only expense. I happened to have some cash stashed away so we even had $40 to use to buy souvenirs. I double checked the state of the account last night and (even with the teller hold they put on part of the deposit) we were good to go.
This morning, on the other hand, the $200 (and even the notation on the teller hold) was gone. Sure the bank was helpful, although the person I called did get short with me when I was upset that they had lost the money and would need my deposit slip as proof. Ah, I'm in Madison, the slip is in Merrill, just find the damn error, please. They did call back a couple of hours later saying that it was a "back room error" and that I will have the money by tomorrow. While I don't find this acceptable, it is at least survivable because my unemployment check came through. Otherwise, there are bills coming through that would overdraft my account because of their error. I'm not really okay with this, but other than complaining, I can't see much I can do. At least it all turned out okay.
While in the middle of this bank thing, my mom called. It seems she lost her camera at Myr's academic awards ceremony last night. She searched the house and the truck, and Myr and I were sure that it wasn't at our house. It's a nice camera and cost her enough for it to be a hardship to replace. She called the school and they said they'd look. Fortunately, they called back a couple hours later saying they found it hanging on the end of the seats just where we'd left it. Myr can pick it up from the school office tomorrow. When things like this happen I always try to remember that most people are honest and that most people right now are experiencing the same hard times we are and that they will return valuables rather than walk off with them. It's gratifying to be proven right on those things. So the camera can be picked up and all is okay.
We had it all planned out for me to drop Myr and Wil off at theCivic Center Overture Center for the Lion King performance at 4:00. When Myr was double checking the tickets, she suddenly discovered it started at 2:00, not 4:00. I was in finabair's kitchen when she announced this. JennJenn's stove clock is more than an hour fast and it said 1:15. JennJenn always says that she does that to motivate herself in the morning. In all honesty, it was more motivation than I wanted at the time. As it was only noon and we were mostly ready to go, it all turned out okay. Although my daughter did yell at me because, in her words, she "only expects me to swear when it's a life or death situation". I will keep that in mind. It does go a long way to show how frayed I feel that something like that would actually bring me to swear.
Since it was on the way and the drive from JennJenn's to downtown Madison is easy, we stopped to pick up a few comics that Wil had on order at Capital City Comics. The order got rung up wrong. Sure we got an extra $20 cash, but my bank account is not really built for such unexpected added expenses. But that was okay, Myr could use the money and get something extra from the show. When we parked down by the Overture Center to eat our packed lunch and figure out the rest of the day, Wil discovered that he had gotten the wrong issues of comics. He needed "The Walking Dead" 6 and 7, but got 7 and 8. *headdesk* That little problem still hasn't been sorted. I'm thinking I will run back over there and trade it out while he is still in the show. It'll be okay, but *arghh*!
With all of that, Wil hasn't been able to get ahold of his mother. We were planning on visiting her before the show, but that obviously didn't happen. The hospital facility she's at is only a couple of blocks from the Overture Center, so it won't be a problem to see her after the show. This problematic communication is standard and I'm sure it will all work out, it's just an added stress to my life. I often feel like I'm missing something. I'm not sure what my roll in organizing such things is or should be. I do know that its all very hard on both Wil and Myr and that any anxiety I'm feeling is nothing compared to them. I just hate not being able to fix things -- or worse, not knowing if a fix is even possible.
Anyhow. I did get to a Starbucks where I have soothed my apprehensive soul with a Venti Mocha. I will now try to fix the comic problem and get back from that all before Wil and Myr are done with the show. I'll meet up with them at Kathy's place -- which is good, because her facility has free parking for visitors.
Of course, my phone has just told me that it is out of power and I really don't think we have the car charger along. Yeah. This is the way my day is.
It's one of those good news/bad news intros. Kinda like when you call someone and the first thing you say to them is "Just know we're all okay". That's the good news, you see. After you share that bit of info, you go back and fill in all the problems/bad news that happened.
The bad news. It's not anything big, but only because it all worked out. Yeah, today has been full of little irritations that could have been serious issues. They were all fixed, quelled or resolved, but the happy outcomes doesn't quite remove the pall of anxiety that clouded most of the day.
We drove down to Madison last night and stayed at
finabair's place. It was wonderful, except that we didn't get down there until midnight and there was no time to visit. I was too tired to talk much that night and only got to have one small glass of wine. It would have been nice to sit around and chat, but I just wasn't up for it. I did get up early enough to make everyone breakfast before JennJenn had to go to work and that was nice. We were gone before she had lunch so that didn't work. I'm feeling that I'm just unable to find time to really communicate with people lately and that we just end up talking about things that I don't really have a passion about. It really doesn't matter because as long as the person I'm talking to has a passion about the subject, I'm more than happy to be the listener. It leaves me feeling... disconnected. Although, as I have nothing of import to say, so that may be okay. Today's real issues started out with my bank losing the $200 deposit that I put in yesterday. As in, I went to the bank, deposited my money bringing my account up to the necessary balance to cover the bills I have coming in. Plus just a bit left over so we could cover gas costs for the trip down to Madison to see the Lion King Musical that Myr had tickets to. We packed our own food, so gas would be the only expense. I happened to have some cash stashed away so we even had $40 to use to buy souvenirs. I double checked the state of the account last night and (even with the teller hold they put on part of the deposit) we were good to go.
This morning, on the other hand, the $200 (and even the notation on the teller hold) was gone. Sure the bank was helpful, although the person I called did get short with me when I was upset that they had lost the money and would need my deposit slip as proof. Ah, I'm in Madison, the slip is in Merrill, just find the damn error, please. They did call back a couple of hours later saying that it was a "back room error" and that I will have the money by tomorrow. While I don't find this acceptable, it is at least survivable because my unemployment check came through. Otherwise, there are bills coming through that would overdraft my account because of their error. I'm not really okay with this, but other than complaining, I can't see much I can do. At least it all turned out okay.
While in the middle of this bank thing, my mom called. It seems she lost her camera at Myr's academic awards ceremony last night. She searched the house and the truck, and Myr and I were sure that it wasn't at our house. It's a nice camera and cost her enough for it to be a hardship to replace. She called the school and they said they'd look. Fortunately, they called back a couple hours later saying they found it hanging on the end of the seats just where we'd left it. Myr can pick it up from the school office tomorrow. When things like this happen I always try to remember that most people are honest and that most people right now are experiencing the same hard times we are and that they will return valuables rather than walk off with them. It's gratifying to be proven right on those things. So the camera can be picked up and all is okay.
We had it all planned out for me to drop Myr and Wil off at the
finabair's kitchen when she announced this. JennJenn's stove clock is more than an hour fast and it said 1:15. JennJenn always says that she does that to motivate herself in the morning. In all honesty, it was more motivation than I wanted at the time. As it was only noon and we were mostly ready to go, it all turned out okay. Although my daughter did yell at me because, in her words, she "only expects me to swear when it's a life or death situation". I will keep that in mind. It does go a long way to show how frayed I feel that something like that would actually bring me to swear. Since it was on the way and the drive from JennJenn's to downtown Madison is easy, we stopped to pick up a few comics that Wil had on order at Capital City Comics. The order got rung up wrong. Sure we got an extra $20 cash, but my bank account is not really built for such unexpected added expenses. But that was okay, Myr could use the money and get something extra from the show. When we parked down by the Overture Center to eat our packed lunch and figure out the rest of the day, Wil discovered that he had gotten the wrong issues of comics. He needed "The Walking Dead" 6 and 7, but got 7 and 8. *headdesk* That little problem still hasn't been sorted. I'm thinking I will run back over there and trade it out while he is still in the show. It'll be okay, but *arghh*!
With all of that, Wil hasn't been able to get ahold of his mother. We were planning on visiting her before the show, but that obviously didn't happen. The hospital facility she's at is only a couple of blocks from the Overture Center, so it won't be a problem to see her after the show. This problematic communication is standard and I'm sure it will all work out, it's just an added stress to my life. I often feel like I'm missing something. I'm not sure what my roll in organizing such things is or should be. I do know that its all very hard on both Wil and Myr and that any anxiety I'm feeling is nothing compared to them. I just hate not being able to fix things -- or worse, not knowing if a fix is even possible.
Anyhow. I did get to a Starbucks where I have soothed my apprehensive soul with a Venti Mocha. I will now try to fix the comic problem and get back from that all before Wil and Myr are done with the show. I'll meet up with them at Kathy's place -- which is good, because her facility has free parking for visitors.
Of course, my phone has just told me that it is out of power and I really don't think we have the car charger along. Yeah. This is the way my day is.
