Phooey.

Everyone kept telling me that yesterday was going to be clear and sunny, so I should look forward to it.  I didn't have much faith.
News bulletin:  my head is not impressed with 3 hours of partially sunny/clear/cloudy 40 degrees, followed by supreme overcast conditions almost immediately.
It doesn't work for me.
I need the skies to clear.  I need the clouds to move on out, and the sun to shine.  That's when my headache is doable.
Heard from the doctor's secretary, who said he JUST read the MRI on Monday, was out of the office on Tuesday.....so I am hopeful to hear sometime this week.
And tis true, if I was in DIRE condition, he might have called me on his day off. 
Imagine that.

My faith in people is somewhat suffering today.
On Sunday I found a dobby loom on Craigslist, close enough to go fetch, and reasonably priced.  I have always thought I should have one.
So I emailed the lady back and forth, told her I POSITIVELY wanted it, when could I pick it up?
She said Saturday.  I arranged to call her Monday evening to get directions and time and such.
Well, Monday was not a good headache day.  So at 10:30 that evening, I realized I had not called her.
In a panic, I emailed her at 10:36, apologized, said I would call her Tuesday evening, reiterated that I wanted the loom, offered to send her a check to hold it.
So Tuesday evening, I called.  No answer.
This morning, I get an email.

I received your phone call.  Unfortunately, I waited Monday until 9:00 pm for your call.  Since I didn't hear from you, (and I don't know you), I then went ahead and made arrangements with someone else for Saturday.  If for some reason this doesn't work out with her, I will contact you next week to see if you are still interested.

Best of luck.

Sorry.

Well, that just plain sucks.

 

Dogs don't do that to you.  Cats don't either.  You can depend on them being who they are, no games.
 

And while I am fuming on the one hand,because I was SO adamant that I wanted it, and since all my emails have my web address on the bottom, so I am easily identified as an "acquirer of looms" on the other I am trying to process the thought that it probably wasn't meant to happen, for one reason or another.

But she could have called me.  Or emailed me, and asked.

I just don't understand people.  I really, really don't. 

So I did errands, walked Roy, and went to get my overdue inspection taken care of.
And as I sat there knitting, waiting for it, the tech came out and said, "Can you come into the shop for a minute?"
I said, "This isn't going to be good, I can tell."
And it wasn't. 
It took $900  to pass inspection.  Four new tires and an alignment.
Phooey.
 I didn't need a loom anyway.
But boy, does my car ever ride nice.