If I don’t do a lot on a weekend, I feel cheated. And when I am constantly busy, I feel stressed. Lately I’ve gotten into an odd mixture of the two. I’ll be insanely busy on Saturday, trying to catch up on all the little chores that have accumulated. Then on Sunday… nothing.
So far this weekend has been busy. It started yesterday, on Friday, while on the way to work. I was scootering along, ruminating on the beautiful Autumn that is in the river valley (See the Haiku from yesterday) when I noticed the oil light was on. Which is weird because I filled it the day before. I turned the scooter off for a moment, and when it was back on, the light stayed off. Five minutes later it came back on, but by then I was close enough to work. Is it just me, or is the scooter feeling sluggish.
A phone call to “Top Gear” told me their assessment was that the gauge wasn’t working. It wasn’t an indicator of oil not getting into the engine, but of level of oil. And since there was plenty of oil in the tank, I was fine. Just to be safe, I left work early and went to have them look at it. (The light didn’t come back on. They said it was fine.) Well, that wasn’t the only reason. It was a high of 20 degrees, and probably one of the last nice days we’re going to have. I really will have to make up the time next week.
Later that day, I had friends over for some board games. We played “Patent Number 1”. Then we gave “Kingmaker” a try. That was a long complicated game. We didn’t finish, but we ended at 1:00 in the morning.
Today, I ran myself ragged. I went to the travel agent to see about getting a flight to Jamaica. I wanted a stopover in Miami to see my sister. If I arrive in Jamaica a day early, and make the trip home all in one day, it would only cost $930. I checked on visiting my sister, and that would have been around $1400. So it looked like no sister for this trip.
Then, while I was booking, Air Canada changed the times of the flight from Jamaica. Enough so that I wouldn’t be able to make the trip in one day. The stopover in Toronto would have to be overnight. The price went up too. Bloody Hell! I might as well go to Miami, where the lodgings would be free.
But no. I phoned my sister and found that I wouldn’t be able to stay with her. She only has a room, and not a place of her own. So back to Toronto.
So, in summary: I leave November 5th, and get to Jamaica that day. I have to find lodgings for myself for one night. Then a week at the resort. Leave on November 13th, and fly to Toronto in the afternoon. Spend a night there. I took a late flight the next day. If I’m stuck in Toronto, I might as well play the tourist. I have no idea what to do in Toronto though. Any suggestions from the peanut gallery?
Now, all these hoops I was jumping through were interrupted with other appointments. I am trying to commission some work to help make a good halloween costume. It isn’t going well, and the people are giving up and want me to find someone else to do it. But it is taking time to figure that out.
After all this is done, I have grocery shopping.
So I’m tired.