Are you superstitious? I used to be, until I finally stopped attending psychic fairs. But last Friday, I began to reconsider my feelings about the power of the supernatural. After a really bad day, I’m still recovering from Friday the 13th.
It began at 5:30 a.m. I ‘m awakened by severe leg cramps. Tossing and turning, I try to make them stop. But when I jump out of bed, I feel dizzy. Not sick, no fever, just that my head is spinning.
After calming down, I decide to go for a swim to clear my head. At 8:30 a.m. I pack up my gear and head for the local college pool. It”s cold, and I have to park a long way from the sports center. Trudging up the hill, I see that the lights are turned off, and the pool is closed. Bummer. Shrug, it’s just one of those things.
Return home and check my iphone. Battery life down to 3%. Plug the cable in; nothing happens. This means I’ll have to drive to AT&T, which will probably mean a long wait. Then, I’ll have the hassle and expense of a new phone.
I go to check my rental property where I’m paying a painter by the hour. But, he’s not there, the work isn’t finished, and I’ve already paid him 4 times as much as anyone else who’s done the work before.
Back home, I flip on the TV, and see that the President of the United States has been impeached. No matter which political party you support, this is very bad for our country. It’s going to be a gloomy Christmas holiday in Washington DC.
Turn on my computer and find I’ve been hit by a virus. Can’t access any of my apps like Google, or Word. Do a system restore which takes over an hour. Download and re install Chrome, but can’t activate Word. Block my antivirus program, do another system restore. Still no Word. Can’t open any of my documents. Call the web host for my blog, and talk to a service rep with an incomprehensible accent. Looks like I’ll have to wait until next week, to call Geek Squad
Jump in the car and head to AT&T. Service rep finds I have a broken cable. Whew, easy to fix. He plugs it in, and while I wait for a recharge, he says I really need a new phone because my battery is old. I take his word for it and reach for my credit card, but it turns out my husband has to be there because the contract is in his name. (More about this in next post) I leave for Kroger Store, and can’t find my credit card. Return to AT&T, root thru my purse, finally find the card. In my confusion, I’ve stuck it in a hidden slot.
Now I’m driving home, and falling back on meditation techniques. Breathe in, breathe out. Don’t sweat the small stuff. Stay calm. Nothing catastrophic has happened. Breathe in, breathe out. My house didn’t burn down. I haven’t wrecked my car. I don’t have a serious illness (that I know of). Back home, I’m outwardly calm. I fix dinner as usual, and listen to the news.
Good news: Sat morning, I open my computer after doing another system restore, and I have all my apps back. I can use Word to write this blog. I can go through Google. My head is clear. My iphone works fine with a new cable. A new Nafta trade agreement was signed by Congress. Hooray!
And yet, I’m still in recovery mode. And now I can’t open AOL. How was your Friday the 13th?