Some days just go to waste
Nov. 19th, 2019 07:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheartAt least where one's own carefully laid plans are considered. You see, I made this wonderful plan of starting the day with writing, as the morning hours seem to be the best ones for that right now, and then continuing with crafting as long as I've got enough natural light. But there are plans, and then there's family that utilizes your time randomly.
Mum decided that it was time to visit her old colleague in the eldercare facility again, since the old lady is bedridden and doesn't have much of a social life. Naturally, that means I had to go with her, since the facility is at the other end of the city; and even if it were close, I wouldn't let her go alone. We don't need her to take a fall and break something, no, Preciousss!
We made plans to meet another old colleague (younger than Mum but older than me) and visit the old lady together. Getting there means an hour-long bus ride, and a fairly long walk (for someone at Mum's age and in her condition) from the bus-stop to the facility. The bus was very cold, as I sat close to the front door, so every time it stopped, I got a new gush of cold air through the open door. By the time we arrived, I was frozen solid.
Then our timing proved to be lousy. There are no regular visiting hours, you can visit whenever you want, but we happened to arrive just right for the nurses to clean up all the other old ladies in that room. So we had to wait some 20 minutes in the corridor. The door to the courtyard was open because of... err... olfactory effects. It was 9°C outside; for me, that is fairly cold. Especially when I have to stand around in a stone-paved corridor, getting the draught right into my back. *shiver*
After our visit we decided not to walk back to the bus-stop but take another bus to a different direction and catch up with the one that would take us right home four stops later. Only that the timetable at the bus-stop was mixed up, and we took the bus into the wrong direction. The adventure cost us another hour. I was freezing and beyond pissed by ten.
In the end, we got home at 12.45 (having left at 8.15), cold and miserable. We ate something, and I realized there was no way I'd be able to do anything that required high brain functions before I'd have to leave for choir practice again. So I cut out a few more Christmas socks that I spontaneously decided to make for the fair, and when I was done I had to leave already.
At least choir practice was fun. I'm always happy to meet my colleagues. But I'd like to have those 5 hours of my life back!
Mum decided that it was time to visit her old colleague in the eldercare facility again, since the old lady is bedridden and doesn't have much of a social life. Naturally, that means I had to go with her, since the facility is at the other end of the city; and even if it were close, I wouldn't let her go alone. We don't need her to take a fall and break something, no, Preciousss!
We made plans to meet another old colleague (younger than Mum but older than me) and visit the old lady together. Getting there means an hour-long bus ride, and a fairly long walk (for someone at Mum's age and in her condition) from the bus-stop to the facility. The bus was very cold, as I sat close to the front door, so every time it stopped, I got a new gush of cold air through the open door. By the time we arrived, I was frozen solid.
Then our timing proved to be lousy. There are no regular visiting hours, you can visit whenever you want, but we happened to arrive just right for the nurses to clean up all the other old ladies in that room. So we had to wait some 20 minutes in the corridor. The door to the courtyard was open because of... err... olfactory effects. It was 9°C outside; for me, that is fairly cold. Especially when I have to stand around in a stone-paved corridor, getting the draught right into my back. *shiver*
After our visit we decided not to walk back to the bus-stop but take another bus to a different direction and catch up with the one that would take us right home four stops later. Only that the timetable at the bus-stop was mixed up, and we took the bus into the wrong direction. The adventure cost us another hour. I was freezing and beyond pissed by ten.
In the end, we got home at 12.45 (having left at 8.15), cold and miserable. We ate something, and I realized there was no way I'd be able to do anything that required high brain functions before I'd have to leave for choir practice again. So I cut out a few more Christmas socks that I spontaneously decided to make for the fair, and when I was done I had to leave already.
At least choir practice was fun. I'm always happy to meet my colleagues. But I'd like to have those 5 hours of my life back!
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Date: 2019-11-20 08:14 pm (UTC)