In the morning I called the cable company and the automated voice came on again...I felt my body clench, a-l-r-e-a-d-y. 1 is "yes" and 2 is "no". I punched 2 on my dialpad so was transferred to a tech. This was good. She coached me but it still didn't work then finally she said to get a pin and push it into the reset hole on the back of the modem...oops! Something broke off and clinked around inside the modem so it needed to be returned and then replaced. Grrr...ok, I'll put this on my things-to-do. So after disconnecting and bagging the modem I put it in my purse so it'll be ready.
I get a basket with my gloves, knee pad and scissors then go outside to my garden. Cut the veggies ready to be removed, cut-off any leaves or stems that look gnarly then I water the garden. I put it in GOD's because I really don't know what the heck I'm doing but it seems to be working.
Blah-blah. While pulling off the tab from a beer can in his hand, Sho (my life partner) tells me a couple of his relatives are coming over and I ask him if there's going to be a party, are there other people expected..no, they're just coming over to drop him off a TV and a while later he mentions they'll be helping him cut the grass since he just bought a lawn mower. Grr...I need to move things out of the way for his TV and I feel my body stress some.
I shower and go to the crowded lobby of the cable company where I pull-down a number. "103". The red sign shows "93" is currently being served so I go take a seat to wait. Finally it is my turn, get the new modem and return home by about 2:30pm.
There's a big TV (NOT the slim panel digital type) in the living room and I get busy moving furniture around to accommodate the TV but to no avail. Terribly awkward. So everything is finally in its place, more or less, then Sho asks, as he pulls off the tab of another beer can, if I'll cut up some lettuce, tomato, onions, etc. because he's making fajitas. Then I get busy rinsing, dicing the vegetables then arranging them in a a container with compartments to hold it all.
Then Sho comes to tell me they will be coming to eat inside and by this time I feel a bit overwhelmed because the table is laden with clutter, like the watering can, the fresh cut veggies from the garden plus a bag from the grocery store, mail and I start telling him I wish he'd told me this morning it was going to be all this. And he starts telling me blah-blah then I go into blah-blah, he says I don't know what it's like to have family, I tell him he's probably right, next thing I know I'm yelling at my alcoholic and he's telling me to wait until the morning then I'll get to hear him, etc. Jeesh.
I relocate things off the tables and get it ready for them then I retreat to my woman-cave to rest. They're happy and I'm happy. They eat, relax, laugh and talk while the TV plays in the background. They thank me and I tell them they're welcome. They leave after awhile.
I make amends to my alcoholic who, although he'd been drinking most of the day he had been working real hard on the outside. He showered and I served him a plate the way he'd served me earlier. All's well.
Whew. Where was my program in all this? I remember thanking GOD on several occassions and turning it over a few times. It helped.
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