Gracious good morning boys and girls. I didn't roll outta the sack until 6. What? And I didn't even stay up late.
We're going to have another of those spectacular sunny and cool days today. Yay. Right now it's only 56. It's cool enough that I put on a robe to sit outside with my coffee. Ahhhh.
Gonna get dressed in gardening grubbies and get back to work on that bed of iris as soon as it's light out. Not gonna shower and dress in "real" clothes until the dirty work is done.
DD and DGD want to go out for breakfast to a place that I really don't like, and they want me to go along. I mean, I dislike that place so much that on the very rare occasions when I've been coerced into going there, all I can think of is how soon I get to leave. Aside from high prices and mediocre food, there's nothing inviting or comfortable about the place. High ceiling and very noisy, probably having something to do with the too-high ceiling. The lighting is beyond bright. It's harsh. The decor, if one can call it that, is cold. The walls? Meh. Vast empty expanses with what they feel is a cute do-dad here and there.
So what's the problem? DGD has two doctor appointments with a couple of hours between so they want to fill the space with a visit to their favorite breakfast place then drop me off to get my hair cut. I'd mentioned a couple of days ago that I wanted to get my hair cut, and my cutter only works Saturday, Sunday and Monday. Haircut takes 15 minutes, max, so they can't drop me off, go to breakfast, pick me up. By the time DGD's second doc appt is done, my cutter will be off until next Saturday. Oh. DGD doesn't drive. DD is Uber.
The hair. It needs to be colored again, but that doesn't get done until after the hair cut. The haircut that probably isn't going to happen today.
I swear, it would make my life simpler to just go buy another car. Sigh.Yeah. Except for the part about how I can't drive in the dark because I have night blindness so couldn't even drive myself to work.
However it works out, I'm going to decline, with polite thanks, the invitation to breakfast. It's a day off, and I'm not going to spend an hour or more sitting around in a restaurant that I don't like. So there.
Rant over. Yanno, until the next one
