Not entirely as planned
Aug. 15th, 2018 10:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustThe plan is that tomorrow morning we set out for Cornwall, to attend the wedding of the Younger Niece, driving down in two stages with a stopover with my cousins in Bath. And that's fine, that is likely to go to plan, which is the main thing. Likewise the journey back, via Ludlow to see friends and their new house. So really, it's all good.
But I am not currently at the Elm Tree. I sentdurham_rambler off to the quiz without me, so that I could clear the washing up, and pack without feeling frantic and rushed. Not to mention completing a half-written post (no, not this one, the previous one). I have done those things - well, almost, enough that what remains to be done in the morning is capable of being done in the time available (so I don't have to think now what jewellery I want to pack, for instance).
I haven't completed as much work as I had hoped, but at least I have learned this much, that my hopes are always unrealistic. I have finished several things I wasn't expecting, and have told clients what I have and haven't done. The one task I regret not completing is not work, but the residents' association minutes, and oh, well, it's just too bad.
I cancelled a GP's appointment this morning, when it became obvious thatdurham_rambler would have to wait at home for a wine delivery, and couldn't give me a lift to the surgery. I could get there by bus, but it would take longer than I could really spare, and since the purpose of the appointment was for the GP to see how I am responding to blood pressure medication, I didn't want to arrive all rushed and stressed. I rang to cancel, and would have made a new appointment, but the first slot the receptionist could offer me was two weeks today, when I will be elsewhere - and since they refuse to make appointments more than two weeks in advance, that was also the last slot she could offer me. I'll try again later (running low on medication will eventually remind me).
The wine delivery is another long story, and eventually turned up half a dozen short, as Fedex had managed to break four bottles.
But one way or another we will set off tomorrow. I will take my little notebook with me. It has repeated the trick where the screen remains dark and it flashes up cryptic symbols of batteries (even when plugged in to the mains)). Butdurham_rambler seems able to coax it back to life, and I am charging it (right now, as I type this on it) so I'm hopeful that if I actually have any time to use it, it will be there for me.
And now I am going to bed.
But I am not currently at the Elm Tree. I sent
durham_rambler off to the quiz without me, so that I could clear the washing up, and pack without feeling frantic and rushed. Not to mention completing a half-written post (no, not this one, the previous one). I have done those things - well, almost, enough that what remains to be done in the morning is capable of being done in the time available (so I don't have to think now what jewellery I want to pack, for instance).I haven't completed as much work as I had hoped, but at least I have learned this much, that my hopes are always unrealistic. I have finished several things I wasn't expecting, and have told clients what I have and haven't done. The one task I regret not completing is not work, but the residents' association minutes, and oh, well, it's just too bad.
I cancelled a GP's appointment this morning, when it became obvious that
durham_rambler would have to wait at home for a wine delivery, and couldn't give me a lift to the surgery. I could get there by bus, but it would take longer than I could really spare, and since the purpose of the appointment was for the GP to see how I am responding to blood pressure medication, I didn't want to arrive all rushed and stressed. I rang to cancel, and would have made a new appointment, but the first slot the receptionist could offer me was two weeks today, when I will be elsewhere - and since they refuse to make appointments more than two weeks in advance, that was also the last slot she could offer me. I'll try again later (running low on medication will eventually remind me).The wine delivery is another long story, and eventually turned up half a dozen short, as Fedex had managed to break four bottles.
But one way or another we will set off tomorrow. I will take my little notebook with me. It has repeated the trick where the screen remains dark and it flashes up cryptic symbols of batteries (even when plugged in to the mains)). But
durham_rambler seems able to coax it back to life, and I am charging it (right now, as I type this on it) so I'm hopeful that if I actually have any time to use it, it will be there for me.And now I am going to bed.
