Oct. 5th, 2008 12:20 pm
The first Saturday in October: Part 1
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muckefuckA day ago, I was contemplating a whiny post about how my plans for the day had gone all pear-shaped, but my inner voice counseled me to wait a bit to see what developed. And, sure enough, it all turned out alright in the end after all.
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bunj and e. mentioned last week that they were planning an apple-picking trip to the exurbs. Unfortunately, it was scheduled for Saturday, which was the day we were supposed to have our floors re-tacked, so I had to glumly beg off. Then monshu got a call late on Friday that something had come up and he had to cancel. So when I got home, I tried calling bunj and e. to see if there was any prospect of being included. They were out, however, and didn't get my message until after 11 p.m.
Saturday morning was a comedy of errors (although not very comic at the time, as I confided toluckymarty). bunj and e. and luckymarty all called about taking me with. I was still in bed, but the calls woke me up; monshu had no idea, however, and told everyone I was still sound asleep. Suspecting something of the sort, I came upstairs to check on him and discovered that, in addition, he had failed to get luckymarty's number because "I thought you had it". And I do--somewhere. Nowhere near our phone at 9:30 on a Saturday, however. It took three phone calls (home, e.'s cell, bunj's mobile) to reach bunj, who didn't have the number handy either. While he searched for the relevant e-mail on his mobile device, he suggested I ask mollpeartree. She gave me three numbers, one of which I copied down incorrectly, one of which was a work number, and one of which--well, god knows what it connects to. So I called bunj back and got two more numbers: The corrected form of the home number (which predictably went unanswered) and the mobile number. Of course, by the time I reached luckymarty (we're up to eight phone calls by now), it was too late to rendezvous. So I sat at the computer and fumed.
But thenmonshu came by and said, "I have a plan..."
About a week ago, when the weather finally turned genuinely autumnal, it occurred to me that it was finally time for Northern Spies and apple cider donuts. Sure enough,
bunj and e. mentioned last week that they were planning an apple-picking trip to the exurbs. Unfortunately, it was scheduled for Saturday, which was the day we were supposed to have our floors re-tacked, so I had to glumly beg off. Then monshu got a call late on Friday that something had come up and he had to cancel. So when I got home, I tried calling bunj and e. to see if there was any prospect of being included. They were out, however, and didn't get my message until after 11 p.m.Saturday morning was a comedy of errors (although not very comic at the time, as I confided to
luckymarty). bunj and e. and luckymarty all called about taking me with. I was still in bed, but the calls woke me up; monshu had no idea, however, and told everyone I was still sound asleep. Suspecting something of the sort, I came upstairs to check on him and discovered that, in addition, he had failed to get luckymarty's number because "I thought you had it". And I do--somewhere. Nowhere near our phone at 9:30 on a Saturday, however. It took three phone calls (home, e.'s cell, bunj's mobile) to reach bunj, who didn't have the number handy either. While he searched for the relevant e-mail on his mobile device, he suggested I ask mollpeartree. She gave me three numbers, one of which I copied down incorrectly, one of which was a work number, and one of which--well, god knows what it connects to. So I called bunj back and got two more numbers: The corrected form of the home number (which predictably went unanswered) and the mobile number. Of course, by the time I reached luckymarty (we're up to eight phone calls by now), it was too late to rendezvous. So I sat at the computer and fumed.But then
monshu came by and said, "I have a plan..."Tags: