Jazz'd to the limit

Scattered. Distracted.

I can hardly write. The weekend wore me out and the week is not starting any better.

Last week was the 31st Annual UNC Jazz Festival, meaning that we (Dear Hubby and I), sat through three concerts on successive nights. We subscribe to the first two, the third was a gift from one of Dear Hubby’s sax-buddies. The only way I accomplished this marathon of passive listening and sitting, was to land in the gym before 8:30 a.m. on four successive mornings for a half-hour of walking (ouch-stiff legs), a weight workout and a mega torso/back strengthening exercises.

Sunday morning I headed out the door only to find my car would not start. Nada. Nothing. Dead is dead. So DH tried to charge the battery while I took his car to the gym and to do the grocery shopping. Back home, the car? Still dead.

Monday morning I tried the emergency number at AAA and found that service is quicker on the website (??). How would you access service if you were actually on the roadside is a question I thought best not to ask. But the proof was that an hour later the tow truck came to start my car; where to next. The Volvo dealer.

Had no appointment, had no warning but the service department could see mega-bucks in a nine-year old station wagon with a dying battery. Left the pertinent information and DH drove me home to a total day of domesticity. After a strong mocha-latté fortified with Vanilla Soy Silk, I pulled the BBQ cover in from the back deck.

Years ago when the deck was finished I had a local workroom make new seats/covers for the director’s chairs, cushions for the deck furniture and a big cover for the BBQ grill. That effort so that all the exterior deck furniture would coordinate in sun-proof matching fabric.
What was I thinking?

DH has never been crazy about the canvass BBQ cover and proves it every time he jerks it off, finding another corner to catch and tear. After a few seasons of torn and ragged grill cover I had promised to mend it - last fall. Today was the day. Stitch, turn, zig-zag, turn again. Bummer, the bobbin is empty. Rewind the bobbin. Start over. After much pushing, twisting and lugging (the darn thing is heavy), we have a newly patched grill cover. Rain is predicted for tomorrow (isn’t it always a day away?), and hopefully the mended cover will encourage a downpour.

All of this effort done while waiting for the Volvo dealer to call. Not a sound; maybe the car is even worse than I thought(?). DH left for his saxophone lesson, I decided to tune in Oprah, but fell asleep instead and by 5p.m., still nothing. And Why?

DH answered the phone upstairs when my sister called about three o’clock, then came down to find me. He left for a weekly music lesson - - never going back to his office to hang up the phone (?!?). I waited all afternoon for nothing. Upon his return and after my nap we found THREE messages from the service department. I could have had the car service completed today IF the phone had been replaced properly.

At this point all I know for sure is 1) no gym today which means that I probably gained weight; 2) the BBQ grill cover is on but for how long is the question; and 3) dinner will be delayed. Until I can speak to him in a civil voice.

Tonight is the launch of Oprah’s world wide class room with Eckhart Tolle (see Oprah.com), still a couple of chapters left to read before 9 o’clock. Maybe.
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