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Sometimes it just happens.
Especially if you don’t get up with the alarm.

My first decision, last night, was to not go on a training walk today.
They were going to be long enough to make me tired, and I don’t have all of my work done yet, so …

Without a defined time to be somewhere I thought I would sleep a bit past the alarm. It turned out to be more than a bit, but I guess that means I really needed to sleep.
This was followed by the great glasses hunt.
There are only a few places that I normally leave my glasses at night – bookcase, dresser, or most frequently the bedside table. But when I finally arose, they were none of those places. I have been known to knock them off of the bedside table, so I checked the floor. Nothing there. Around to some other locations – bathroom, etc … nothing.
And of course, for those of you that don’t wear glasses, this search is being done without said glasses, which means it is something like the blind leading the blind.
Finally back to the bedside table, feel the floor again – what’s this? They had fallen off the table, and around behind the bed. The only thing in this channel of space are electrical cords and some dust bunnies.

So – now onto getting things back in order in the house. Dishes, laundry, I still have work to do, … and so the day has begun, albeit a few hours later than expected.

… is so overrated. But I’d like to try it out sometime.

Mariner’s WIN! Mariner’s WIN! Mariner’s WIN!
(in the bottom of the 11th, after the Ray’s had homered in the top of the 11th)

So Carl & Ashlan were in a great mood when they returned at 10:30 +/-. A great, fun game, with a really exciting conclusion.
Carl’s stuff had been safely stowed into suitcases, Ashlan’s clothes were clean and sorted – ready for stowing, and I was ready for bed. OK it was about midnight by the time I trundled upstairs.

We (Carl & I) set 3 different alarms for 4 AM. 
The alarm radio clock – but the radio signal does not always come in at a volume that will actually penetrate the sleeping head.
The TV – since DTV (digital TV) the upstairs TV requires 3 switches to be in the correct position to see a TV program. There is the TV switch – must be turned on and up to an appropriate volume for hearing. Then there is the timer thingie that turns electric appliances on and off at the times you set. Most use this for turning lights on and off when they are gone. We use it as a TV timer, originally to turn it off if we watched at night and fell asleep. This TV is vintage 1978 and does not have a remote. Which brings us to the third switch – the DTV box (with remote!). With DTV remote we can now change channels and everything. But when it has been turned off by the timer switch the DTV turns off. So when the timer turns back on in the AM the DTV is off, which results in a lot of static noise from the TV, a fairly effective alarm. Turning the DTV on using the remote usually results in the morning news being heard. However, this morning I couldn’t get it to work until I realized I was watching the test pattern (haven’t seen one of those in a while).

But I am getting ahead of myself.
The third alarm was my cell phone. I have never used one for this purpose, so Ashlan gave me a quick lesson.

Alarms all set, off to sleep – for 2 of us.

2 AM or so: Door to room bursts open, light streams in and Ashlan announces that she can’t find her cell phone. Carl rises and helps the search which entails calling the phone over an over and listening for a vibration sound. Now, Ashlan knew she had the phone at the game. Eventually she came to the conclusion that is must be in our friends car (that had given them a ride home).

Back to sleep. RIIGHT – right away I am sure. Maybe by 2:30, maybe by 3. I’m not sure. I was going over scenarios. Find the phone and overnight ship it, don’t find the phone and they have to buy a new one on the road, having to call the Mariners to see if it is lost and found, stopping by our friends house to see if it is in his car…… I did fall back asleep. But then the three alarms (see above) did their job.

So O dark thirty we arise, weigh a few bags just to check (how much stuff can one girl need???). And we are off – to our friends house to check the car. I decided that was the most likely location of said phone and it could be dealt with prior to her leaving town.

It is safely found in said car, only we are on the outside and it is on the in. Over my daughter’s protests I called and woke up our friend. (She thought we should switch phones, and then I could retrieve hers and we could switch back later. But I don’t text and her friends do and it would probably have caused much anxiety about what messages I was reading, and they would text to the new number, and we would pay lots of fees for that, and …) Most people don’t appreciate the early morning calls (who died is usually the first thought), so we really owe are friends a big favor. But the phone was extracted, and the trip started with all pieces accounted for.

I am now starting the part of the day where I get to focus on what I want need to do. Happy day and safe travels to the dynamic duo.

Not only is it August – it is my Father’s birthday. Which means it is my Uncle’s birthday too. Happy Birthday to all.

August has been – well hectic is probably the word. Hectic everywhere. When home is reminding me of work and there never seems to be enough time, and I am always behind. Well, that is how it has been. I just need to keep moving forward for a bit more. And then a big bit more.

Almost feeling ready for step 1 of tomorrow.
So now to check that I really am ready. – And then get ready by sleeping some (what I would really like to do for a long time, but hectic days do not allow such leisure).

The day started relatively relaxed.
I had prepared for today by packing some food and sunscreen etc. so in the morning I would be ready to go.
Slept in past normal work wake-up, but still should have time for coffee, yogurt and banana.

Then recalled kitty care duty – no problem.
Took the coffee with me, into the house no problem.
Then I noticed the ants -little ones, lots of little ones – crawling over a piece of cat food on the floor.

Feed the cats and then go about killing ants.
The skittish cat really wants out and hasn’t eaten much, but I let her out and after a few moments take her food out to her. She actually finished most of it outside, so I am happy. And the ants have been dispatched.

Back home where Carl is ready to drive me to the starting location.
Except after 20 feet we know we have a flat tire!
Knock on a neighbor (who I know is up and already busy) and beg a ride.
Carl left to duke it out with the car.

16 miles, more or less, through several parks, some good hills and steps, saw the Blue Angels 3 times and they roared over once while I was powdering my nose as well. About 88 degrees at the end of the walk.

Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate.

Time to relax, and then time to play with the kitties and ants again.
(I have a feeling that if you took out the cats, ants and Blue Angels this would look like almost every post for the last few weeks or months)