Fairly uneventful week. Jon's Jeep needs two parts, combined total $500...for a broken air conditioner that just happens to be connected to the serpentine belt, and, in essence, cause problems with the engine. I found a $50 alternative, an a/c bypass pulley, we just have to wait until the parts store has it on hand to fix the Jeep.
So I have been playing gopher for two days. Not so bad, but no wonder I was soooo tired all the time for soooo long. Example: wake up at 9 am, do dishes, throw a load of laundry into the washer, assess Jon's whining about he's going to drive it anyway (and perhaps become stranded with no hope of rescue), ignore him as he goes to let Bear out (his parents are in Missouri for a funeral), calls me, says Jeep is running rough (yep) and I tell him to get it back here so I can drive him to work. We leave at 10:30 am. I drop him off at around 11 am. I drive to Ruth's because my shift doesn't start until 12:30pm. Have nice chatty fun time until 12:15pm, head to work. Get off work at 8:20pm-ish. Pick up Jon at around 9pm. Drive home. Jon makes dinner. Jon drives to let Bear out again...oh, and buy Bear a $1 hamburger at McDonald's because, of course, he's gone on a hunger strike as he always does when Jon's parents leave on a trip. I am still doing laundry but am currently managing to sit on my ass...it is now 10:38 pm...so, yep, I am tired.
It's really too bad Bear is a fear-biter. He was never properly socialized with other animals, otherwise, I'd just dog-nap him and dog sit like I do for Sadie. But, no, he has to want to kill other animals because he's so terrified. He wouldn't have to be alone for such long intervals, and he'd have lots of happy animal friends when the people aren't home. Poor guy. I feel bad for him. He always quits eating, and essentially, drinking, when Patti and Bob leave.
Also, Patti and Bob left to attend Patti's father's funeral. They arrive to discover that, somehow, the funeral isn't being held until Saturday, which makes it impossible for her to attend after they have drive all that distance. The funeral director claims that "it takes time to let family know and arrange things." I think the guy is just incompetent. As far as I've ever experienced (and I've had quite a few family members die), family notifies family, and funerals generally take place 3 days after a death. Not always, but, its usually soon. No one wants to delay these things because of their unpleasant nature. He was an old man in a nursing home, its not like he was 8 years old and was quite suddenly struck by a car.
I think we should take Patti out to a movie or something. I feel really awful for her. I can't imagine having to miss my father's funeral because of someone else's thoughtlessness.
Having bizarre PMS issues. A week or so of symptoms, unpleasant ones, like cramps, and nothing. I am actually really dreading the start of the thing more than I usually dread it. Not helping with the tired feeling.
Well, off to the shower. Water should be good and hot after a load of laundry.
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