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Mama Said There’d Be Days Like This
First, let me say that this morning was not the end of the world. But I could not possibly have packed in more upset, frustration, or mishaps than I experienced this morning. And it all happened in the first half-hour of waking up.
My clock radio went off at 6:40 a.m. Earlier in the day, I had corrected the volume because the volume had been so soft the morning before that I almost didn’t hear it go off.
Well, we heard it this morning—blasting both me and my husband wide awake.
I guess I’d over-corrected. Especially since my husband usually is able to sleep through it. After correcting the volume and turning off the radio, I went to the other end of the room to continue getting dressed for my morning walk.
Suddenly, the radio was blasting again! What? My husband calls out and as I raced to shut it off, I realize that I’d only punched the radio on/off button (not the alarm) and put it into snooze mode.
Okay. Apologies to my hubby. I finished getting dressed.
I quietly closed the bedroom door and on my way to the kitchen, I pick up my heavy winter coat, mittens, scarf, and a knitted hat that I’d placed on the sofa the night before. I dumped them on the kitchen island and began to dress up for the horrible cold (40 degrees!)
Warm jacket—check!
Knitted hat—check!
Mittens–
Mittens? One mitten? What?
I ran over to the closet where the items were all stored before I took them out the night before.
No mitten.
Then I glanced at the sofa. There’s that pathetic little mitten clinging to the arm of the sofa.
I rushed over to get it; now I’m worried about running late because I have breakfast with friends later. So I put on all my warm clothes, my headphones and reach for my MP3.
No MP3.
It was not on the counter where I was sure I’d placed it the night before.
Now I’m getting upset. Okay, I must have left the MP3 on my desk after charging it, which meant I had to open the bedroom door and go to the other end of the house to my computer. I check my desk.
No MP3.
I made this same trip three times because the MP3 did not miraculously appear on the kitchen island or on the desk and I knew it had to be somewhere. As quiet as I tried to be, my husband asked me later why I came through the bedroom three times. Sigh.
I finally decided to walk without my MP3. Sorry, Andrew Klavan.
When I returned from my brisk walk, something made me move a large dish with a lip that rests on the kitchen island.
There was the MP3.
Let’s just say that after a hot shower and having breakfast with my friends, I felt some of my sanity return.
For now.
Published in Humor
That’s what we in this house call “Tuesday”.
I have a vape that I can never find (I have everyone looking for a red one on Thanksgiving. Someone finally found it – and it’s black. Who knew?)
My iPhone regularly turns itself to silent so finding it has become a time consuming hobby.
My car keys were lost so often my husband gave me five sets for Mother’s Day years ago. Now I have a Tile on my key chain (oddly, I’ve never had to use it. Now that I can find my keys, I’ve never misplaced them. What’s up with that?)
I’ve never had a house key (been in the house 32 years). We simply didn’t lock the house for years. We’re a little more disciplined now and lock the front and back door. I use the back door, which has a coded keypad instead of a key. Before the keypad I managed to lock myself out of the house and had to climb in the kitchen window. I was literally composing the FB post in my head about how I still “had it” and could climb through a window at 55. At that precise moment I knocked my tuchas against the window, displacing my Blackberry out of my back pocket which landed with precision into the dog’s water bowl.
We have a small back house with a small kitchen. We have an outdoor kitchen. We have a new kitchen in the big house. I feel like I spend all my time making sure there is salt, pepper, paper towels, dish soap and ice in all three places. It’s guaranteed that whatever I need is somewhere where I’m not. Don’t even get me started about keeping toilet paper in three bathrooms.
I am rarely allowed to touch the remote controls for the TVs (for obvious reasons)
Son #2 just popped into my office to ask about the location of the 12 rolls of paper towels I know are … somewhere.
JY and I are moving into the back house when JY gets one knee replacement in January and another in March. I am frankly looking forward to having a more limited amount of square footage to misplace things in.
Only I don’t live in the Villages.
I feel so much better. It could be worse!
6:40am? Are you insane? Hehe . . .
Friends of ours (young family with several children) bought a car with a numeric keypad lock on the driver’s door (Ford has such a feature) so she could lock her car keys in the car and then always knew they were ready for use when she needed to go somewhere.
Do you need to ask ?
I’m sure a day would come when I’d forget the code. I would never lock the keys in the car. Never.
Yeah. Half the day is shot by then.
One Monday morning I couldn’t find my car keys. Loaded all the kids up for school and got the “secret” key that my husband had hidden from me.
A fellow driver jumped out of his car at a stop sign to inform me that there was a set of keys hanging from the back door of the van. They’d been there all weekend …
One thing I’ve been doing since I retired is getting up with the Sun. The only time I use an alarm is when I need to for another reason, like an appointment somewhere.
Bless you, Susan, and be thankful that those are the only problems that you faced.
I had an annoying Friday night myself, discovering a flat tire when heading home from work at about 6:30. It was dark, pretty chilly for Tucson (probably around 40-45 deg), and we actually had record rainfall for the date. Thankfully, it wasn’t actively raining.
I had no coat, no mittens, no gloves. It was a bit of a setback that it’s a relatively new car (to me — I bought it used) so I hadn’t previously changed the tire and had to figure out how to extract the spare, in the dark.
I was thankful for my new IPhone, which my wife got for me, and which has a flashlight feature. I was thankful that the ground was only a little bit damp. I was thankful that the spare was actually inflated (one never knows).
I was a bit thankful that I am so darned overweight that it’s actually pretty easy for me to loosen lug nuts. I’m sure that there’s a lug nut somewhere that can resist my bulk, but I haven’t met him yet.
Then I was thankful for Discount Tire, which has a cheap and excellent tire warranty and a store within about a half mile of my house. I was thankful for my own vast wisdom in having bought the tire warranty when I replaced the tires earlier this year (a demonstration that even a stubborn mule like me learns his lessons, eventually). I took the car and flat tire in to Discount the next morning at about 8:30 am, and they had me on the road by around 9:15.
And I am thankful that our miraculous normality was restored, allowing me to zoom around my fair city faster than a cheetah, in heated or air-conditioned comfort, listening to a podcast — just like you, Susan! On Saturday morning, it was Michael Behe interviewed by Eric Metaxas.
God bless.
For our blessings we are thankful, O Lord.
You can look forward to us moving up there to join you when climate change gets a real grip.
I watched “The Cowboys” this weekend. You’re burning daylight.
Nah, we’ll work for global cooling just to keep the fire ants down there. They don’t like our weather, either.
If one does, there are always battery-powered impact wrenches.
Definitely one of my favorites.
Yep. The extra insulation helped with the cold, too.
Yep, but I don’t carry one of them. I haven’t needed one yet. But to be safe, perhaps I should bulk up a bit more. 300 is within striking distance, and I’m not talking about bowling. :)
”Above all, forgive me for the men I’ve killed in anger … and those I am about to.“
That’s one of the lines I was quoting to my son when I was trying to convince him to watch it. Also “That’s bold talk for a one-eyed fat man.”
Another classic, that one.
”Nobody throws me my own guns and says‘run.’ Nobody.”
Did I say you did?
My glasses…Anybody seen my glasses!
Don’t talk to me about daylight savings time.
@susanquinn, I wish all my days were as bad as the one in your OP.🙂
I’m happy to hear there’s someone else using an MP3 player.
“Of course, we had it tough.”
Ummm, what’s that on top of your head?
I find I can only take serial small problems in stride if I can catch my breath somewhere along the line. And the laughing-at-myself release valve doesn’t work if I am worried about being late and inconveniencing someone else.
That was hilarious! Mittens in Florida? I’m not even that bad, but I think I would have just gone back to bed after all that…