It wasn't terrible, by any means, but it wasn't one of my better ones.
It all started last night with Hubby sneezing his head off and his nose running the 3min mile. He was very concerned he was coming down with a cold and went around the house with a tissue in one hand and a Clorox wipe in the other. He didn't want me to catch anything just before surgery. This morning he called from work and asked me to get him in at the Dr office, so I did. Turns out he has a sinus infection (nothing contagious, TG) and neeed me to pick up his Rx after a bit. I fixed him a sandwich and he went back to work.
I had 2 hours before Marmy's vet appointment and I decided to mow the front yard. Well, I happened to run over a small board beside the horse corral in the tall grass and got it jammed. I couldn't get it out by hand or whack it out with a hammer and I dreaded having to ask Hubby to fix it when he got home from work. It wouldn't start because it was jammed so I couldn't move it and had to leave it where it was. I called a neighbor who is handy with riding mowers and his wife said he wasn't home. This neighbor is retired, about 83 yrs old, but still fit and spry. Hubby did him a favor a few weekends ago, welding and repairing his tractor.
So...I decided to have a shower and go to town to buy some canned cat food to stock up for when Mom is here and pick up Hubby's Rx. As I was leaving, I saw the neighbor pull into his driveway so I stopped to talk with him and ask if he could help me with my mower. I told him I had a cat that needed to see the vet and I'd give him a call when I returned in the afternoon. He said that would be fine, he'd prefer it to be a bit more shady/cooler to fix the mower.
I did the shopping and returned to bundle up Marmy for his 2:30pm appt. I still had not eaten lunch, as that aggravates my symptoms, and I prefer to eat at home in case I have any 'problems', which are usually a certainty after I've eaten. The vet office was super-busy and by 3pm, we still hadn't been seen. I was getting very hungry and my symptoms began to act up so I went to the bathroom, leaving Marmy in the carrier in the waiting room. While I was indisposed in the restroom I heard two dogs barking and their owners talking to their dogs about 'the kitty'. I tried to finish up, but my body controls those situations no matter what I want to do. My anxiety over leaving Marm out there was making things worse for me.
When I was finally able to exit, I scooped Marmy's carrier up and set him on the bench seat next to me, away from the dogs who had been barking and sniffing vigorously at the carrier. Oh, I wanted to shoot dirty looks at the owners, but sufficed to comment (audibly) to Marm about how I was there now and I wouldn't let the dogs bother him any more. He was a love and rubbed his face on my fingers that I put through the door-grate.
The vet tech came out and sat next to me and apologized for the wait and told me the vet was dealing with a very sick dog and her worried owner, but they'd try to get Marmy seen soon. After another 15min, my body was giving me ominous signs of rebellion (my symptoms) and I decided I'd better get home. I told the vet tech I needed to leave and she set me & Marm up with an appt for next Tuesday morning. As I was putting him in the car, she ran out to me and asked if I wanted to leave him and pick him up later and I had to tell her I wouldn't be able to make it back before they closed, but I thanked her for offering.
Oh, it doesn't end there.
I get home with Marmalade to find the neighbor's car in my driveway, but no neighbor. I looked down at the mower and it didn't look changed. I called his home to see if he was there and his wife said he wasn't in the house. I told her I'd drive up and see if he was in his shop. I did, and everything was locked up tight. I stopped at the house to tell her he wasn't there. She told me his car sometimes gave him fits and wouldn't start, maybe someone took him to get gas or a jump start. I went back home and decided to walk down to the mower to make sure he wasn't laying on the other side of the mower in the tall grass where I couldn't see.
He wasn't there. (whew!)
I had noticed the other neighbor's garage door open so I called over there and he didn't answer his phone. So I walked over to find him talking with the other (83yo) neighbor. They had BOTH fixed my mower while I was at the vet with Marm. Yay! I didn't have to tell Hubby. I walked back down to the mower and it started right up and I drove it to my driveway and walked back over to thank them both. And offer bribes to not tell my Hubby about what I did to the mower. Again.
You see, this isn't the first
time I've ran over something with it...
So, I finally had lunch just after 4pm. Hubby came home and was wiped out, so I ran him a shower, fed him and put him to bed. Then I layed down for a quick snooze, that turned into two hours. But I got up at 7:20pm and finished mowing that front yard!
What a day.