Not quite myself today…
Kasia June 14th, 2007
The Canuck and I were the unexpected recipients of some Tigers tickets last night, owing to the generosity of some local Catholic season ticket holders and the general craziness of the higher-ups’ schedules. My boss offered them to me Monday or Tuesday, and I immediately dropped The Canuck an e-mail suggesting that he come into town for the opportunity.
They were fantastic seats, though we discovered that with The Canuck’s visual limitations (he’s legally blind) higher-up seats are actually better. Fine by me - the higher seats are cheaper anyway, so next time we go and actually have to pay for our tickets, we’ll just buy the cheap seats. We were in Row 30, immediately behind the visitors’ dugout. I have literally never been so close to the field, so for me, it was a real treat. A few balls actually came into adjacent sections, though none came into ours.
The family that sat next to us left after the fifth inning with their four-year-old twins – I can’t say I was sorry to see them go, though the only one who was any real bother to me with the little girl, who whined for everything (and got almost everything she whined for, to my disgust, but I kept reminding myself that I don’t know them or their situation – this may have been atypical). But The Canuck wasn’t feeling well, so we left after the seventh inning, and the Brewers went on to hit a home run before we even made it onto Woodward. The Tigers lost the game 3 – 2. Oh well.
Anyway, we got home, fed the cats and did all that sort of stuff, then went to bed so we could try to get a decent night’s sleep – he never sleeps well at my house, between the bed (which is not to his taste) and the cats (who can be pretty obnoxious). I wasn’t sleeping very well, but I had actually drifted off (complete with snores). Then, at 1 a.m., I woke up to this very loud noise.
There was a tow truck on my street at 1 a.m. I have no idea what someone was thinking. Even if you work nights, what on earth would possess you to call a tow truck at one o’clock in the flippin’ morning?!? Call a taxi, get a ride to work, and call the tow truck after your shift! Even worse, it took the tow truck HALF AN HOUR to finish its job. I think that’s a record. I have been towed probably a dozen times in my life (I drive old cars), and it has never, EVER taken more than five or ten minutes for the driver to do his entire job, from start to finish. I was ready to put on my bathrobe, go downstairs, walk down the street, and ask if they had any idea what time it was. I considered shouting out the window, but decided against it on the grounds that it might wake the one or two people in the neighborhood who could actually sleep through the original racket.
Then it took me at least an hour to fall back asleep. So this morning I am tired, grumpy, and incredibly ready for a nap. I also had planned to try my first lunchtime Mass today (Sweetest Heart of Mary, per Timmay!’s suggestion), but am honestly not sure I would be able to stay awake, so I think I might actually close my office door, lie down on the floor, and take a little catnap during lunch. That (or massive doses of caffeine) is about the only way I can see myself getting through my day and evening jobs with a modicum of productivity today.
How are you-all this morning?
Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t go to Sweetest Heart of Mary yesterday. Their Mass was today, Friday. Yesterday was St. Josaphat. Somehow, I think showing up to a locked, empty church would have only made you feel worse…
D’oh!
You’re right – it wouldn’t have been good. I actually did try the napping on the floor thing, but it didn’t work out well. And I was on my second wind by then, so I went the hypercaffeinated route. I briefly considered calling a friend who’s finishing her residency and asking if anyone’s developed an aqueous form of caffeine that could be administered via IV, but decided against it (primarily because I knew no one actually had). But a Coke and an iced capp did what needed to be done…