Friday, June 08, 2007

In which the author comes clean about today's mode of transportation.

When I woke up this morning, my eyes were all crusty and red. My nose was all stuffy and my throat was scratchy. Even my hair was crusty. I got in the shower and thoroughly de-crustified.

When I emerged, rather drippily, a few minutes later, I felt better. However, my ocular orbs totally balked at the idea of wearing contacts today. (I wear hard contacts and sometimes there just ain't no way of getting your eyes to cooperate with that type of intrusion.) I put on some war paint and smacked some gel in my freshly decrustified hair.

Then I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt and had breakfast. I dutifully packed my little backpack full of semi-professional clothing (casual Friday, dontcha know) and trudged out the front door.

That's when I was hit in the face with the wind. It is freakin' June and the wind was coming straight out of the north. It was only about 15 miles an hour - maybe 20 - but I was going to have to ride straight into it. And it was cold. Cold, I tell ya!

My steely resolve melted totally at that point and I turned on my miserable heel and went right back in the house. I changed into my semi-professional clothing and then drove Earl the Truck to work.

I've been sitting at my desk all morning, sneezing and wheezing. I tried whining to Mindy but she gave me some bullshit about suckin' it up and getting to work and how I would feel better and if not she'd just kick my butt or something. I told her to get the hell out of my office. She laughed, (laughed!) and said that is the speech I always give her when she shows up in a whiny mood.

I hate her.

But, I'm still here. My eyes are still crusty and my nose is all runny. I can't go home, 'cause this is a child free weekend and I really want to go out and play tonight. My mom always said if you're too sick to go to school, you're too sick to go out and play. Geeze. So now I have to stay here all damn day so I can go out and play tonight. (Jackson and I are going camping this weekend!!! Yay!)

Dammit!





And now for something completely different:



Here's a photo just for beth. Took this one the same day as the god-forsaken cow/windmill landscape. We do have a few pockets of beauty around here. ha ha!



11 comments:

Presbyterian Gal said...

Green tea with honey and lemon!!!!

Don't let the *(&$#!! wind get you down. It will pass.

Happy camping!

Lorna (see through faith) said...

snuggle up tight and keep warm. Hope the cold / allergies whatever pass quickly

Princess of Everything (and then some) said...

*snorts* See...I do listen when you tell me stuff!

Rev Kim said...

I hope you get to feelin better so that you can really enjoy camping. Getting away, though, works all sorts of wonders for physical and mental health.

Thanks for sharing the exchange between you and Mindy. Really funny!

annie said...

Dang, that Mindy is a stern old buzzard, isn't she? You need what the Cajuns around her call "ta-ta-ing", which entails giving you a little sympathy and uttering a few bless your hearts over you.

So, I am sorry you got the sniffles, bless your heart, you poor thing.

How are you going to camp with the sniffles?

The photo is lovely, BTW.

Presbyterian Gal said...

Hey, wait a second. I completely skipped over the "hard contact lens" thing. You still wear THOSE??? I thought they'd stopped making them and put any of them left in a museum somewhere!!! Along with the diaphragm, all the Ronco products for $19.95, and Dolly's first 32A brassiere.

Oh yeah, and I sure hope your camping right this second, feeling 100% better.

SpookyRach said...

Bwaahahaha! "Rigid Gas Permeable" is the correct term, I suppose. Astigmatism, you know. And don't get me started on the double vision, thing. I could whine about that for a while!

Dolly's first bra! ha ha ha!

zorra said...

I hope you're on the down side of this cold or whatever it is by now.

beth said...

Hope you're feeling better, Rach. Hey - I have massive eye problems, too; as in CAN'T SEE WITHOUT CONTACTS - and astigmatism is the biggest problem. Soft toric lenses work for me. Ever try those? Maybe way out there in the flatlands they aren't aware of such innovations in modern science...

Just kidding. Thanks for the pic. There is a sort of rugged beauty there, and the wildflowers are amazing (thanks to God and Lady Bird Johnson). Is that the Caprock in the distance? I have some vague, wispy memory of one hill somewhere out there...

Cynthia said...

I used to get that from my mom, too. No school, no play. I do lots of stuff my mom said I couldn't back then, not the least of which is the stuff I do with the husband... anyway... the picture looks like any non-city road around here in the San Antonio area. I have some of each of the wildflowers pictured growing in my backyard. The seeds I patiently waited to harvest from the side of the street near my house.

You feel so close.

Trace said...

I just posted a couple new road pictures over in flickr. I take pictures like this a lot...Nice one.