Who Could It Be Now?

The Universe is conspiring against me today.  First, Rachel only had a half day at school.  While I'm busy trying to get things done around here, I'm chasing her around the kitchen in circles.  The phone keeps ringing too, and I'm close to turning the ringer off.  The county wants to send a nurse over here to evaluate my daughter.  Her only openings are Monday through Friday at 4PM.  I can't tell you how many times I told this non-listener that I start work at 4PM and her appointment times are not convenient to my schedule.  I tell her I'm off all day Monday and Tuesday next week, and she tells me she's too busy to come out on those particular days.  I have pleasing fatigue.  I'm tired of trying to make everyone else happy.  Now, since we've known this day has been coming for months, why am I only now hearing from a very important nurse about her very important job and her very inflexible schedule?  I'm trying very hard to roll with the punches here, but why do people think I should be the one to do all the bending?  It's my damned house I'm giving over to the greater good of 4 young women.  Why can't these people try to work with me with just a tad bit more flexibility?

Just as things finally settled down,  and I sat down to knit another row started to get another box packed, I heard a car blasting the horn in the drive-two toots every 15 seconds.  This went on for 4 minutes.  Just as he was pulling away to go find someone else to torture with noise, I snapped a shot of the culprit.  Silver Lincoln.  Could it be? Yes, it's  Mr. Larger Than Life in the wild.  I wonder, and I know that's a waste of time, why he can't come to the door like every other human on the face of the earth.  I will not respond when I'm summoned in this imperious manner.

Last week, he did come to visit and brought 2 stale donuts and some ice cold coffee.  I was told by those in the know, that the coffee and donuts were meant for someone else he tried to visit.  I was his second choice when they weren't at home.  Nobody is fooling me.  I bet they were home and like me, were just refusing to answer the horn.  Let me just say, if there is not suitable fawning over the extremely kind gesture of cold coffee and stale donuts, MLTL's feelings get hurt.  There will be retribution for my failure to acknowledge him having gone out of his way to bring this to me-never mind that I was his second choice, and the real reason he brought it is he can't bear to throw something like this away.  God only knows what he wanted today, but I wasn't going to risk finding out.