One Sunday morning last spring I woke up at 7:55 to a text message from my choir director asking why I wasn’t at church warming up with the high school bell choir. Answer: I am not actually in the high school bell choir and I had no idea that I was expected to play with them that morning. Nevertheless, I bolted out of bed and by 8:15 I was at church with bells in my hands. Then, once I was there, I was weaseled into playing with them at a concert that afternoon as well. What was supposed to be a nice relaxing Sunday (practically an oxymoron in my world) turned into a busy day of rehearsals and performing. I didn’t really mind. Nice relaxing Sundays are rather overrated in my opinion. But having my plans suddenly altered before I’m even really awake is not my favorite way to start the day.
Today progressed in a somewhat similar vein, except that today is Tuesday and I had at least managed to crawl out of bed, drink my coffee, and have a shower before the plan-altering text arrived. It was from my mom, informing me that she needed someone to take our sick dog to the vet for her, as she had to go to work. I agreed, but I’m the sort of person who thinks of all the details, so I didn’t fail to note that I didn’t know the way to the vet, had no money to pay them, and that my uncooperative tin can would be very reluctant to drive all the way there (my tin can doesn’t like to drive anywhere that takes longer than fifteen minutes and involves speeds of more that 35 miles per hour, and even then it would just as soon stay home).
To make a long story short, I quickly blasted my hair with the blow drier, packed up the pizza sticks I was planning to eat for lunch, the potatoes I was planning to fix for dinner, and the book I was planning to pass the day with and headed over to my mom’s house to trade cars and receive further instructions on taking the dog to the vet. Then, desperate not to have to face the task alone, I texted my sister and asked if she would come with me if I came to pick her up on the way. She said she would.
So, nearly an hour before the vet appointment, I loaded the poor, sad dog into the car and drove to the house where my sister and her boyfriend live. But when I called her to tell her I was waiting outside she informed me that they weren’t home at the moment, but would be shortly. I spent ten anxious minutes playing Shoot Bubble on my cell phone (which, by the way, is a rather demoralizing game, as it is fond of loudly informing me that I am a loser if I don’t manage to get rid of all the colored bubbles in time) before they finally arrived and we departed for the vet. All was well, however. We arrived exactly on time.
The entire appointment lasted maybe twenty minutes and we ended up leaving the dog there to get some x-rays and such. I returned my sister to her house and then went back to my mom’s to fix dinner. Fortunately, the day concluded pleasantly with roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and a new episode of “NCIS,” which was only disappointing because it wasn’t the one where we find out how Gibbs and Tony met.
Anyway, as with the original 7:55 day I don’t really mind it. It was not the day I was intending to have but it was not a terrible day by any means. Now if only I could find a way to be as productive with my schoolwork as I was with today’s tasks, I would be doing very well indeed.
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