Divine Intervention

Bonnie got here nice and early today (she's always at least 15 minutes early), but Mary's car wouldn't start. Bonnie called a friend who works on cars and he said it was the starter solenoid. Dad says the mechanic can bring one put it on--the car is parked in the garage. Hm. I can't believe that! There's a nice place just down the street, but I can't see getting the problem fixed till next week, seeing as this is Thanksgiving week. Luckily, I do have my own car. Mom very kindly drove it over--she uses it to take her old Dalmatian to the vet (and the seats are all covered with dog hair--blech). All this meant that I could once again not go to the hairdresser to get my hair dyed! The lady was really nice about my canceling, thank goodness, cause I would have been rather annoyed!

I had to go to the library (to drop off and pick up my usual pile--no joking, ten or fifteen books, CDs, and DVDs on average), so I was discussing it with one of the librarians, Joyce. I love those women, even though I'm sure they think I'm certifiably insane for checking out so much stuff. (No, they know I have no life.) Well, she couldn't believe it when I said I was only 40. Gee, I wonder how old she thought I was! I joked with Mom later that people probably say, "Look at that 50-year-old woman--she acts like she's 40!" or "Goodness, she's got great skin for her age!" So I picked up some hair dye at the drugstore when I got Mary's prescriptions. I decided that God was trying to tell me not to waste the money on the hairdresser--to use it on something more worthwhile like cookbooks or something yummy from Germany ;-) (I opened the box and showed Mary all the contents--she was quite fascinated and played around with them for a while till I started to get anxious that one of the bottles or tubes would come open and so packed it all away.)

While I've been typing this, Mary has been peering at the computer screen. She got a big kick out of seeing her name there! I told her what it was and she thought it was great. I'd been looking at my MySpace page (www.myspace.com/brikl9) and had been showing her the pictures I have on there, which she enjoys immensely.

I'm sure she's got another UTI or maybe something worse, darn it. Her urine really stinks, she's seeing people, and she says she doesn't feel well (although her cold is much, much better). I've got to remember to call the doctor tomorrow--but I bet no one will be there until Monday, and then I'll never get through because so many people will be calling in. Argh! Why do I screw things up like that all the time? I'm such a bad caregiver! I should have called Monday. Speaking of being bad, she says she's tired, so I need to tend to her.