I was going to write about my experience watching polo for the first time ever.
The Universe is messing with me this week so polo will have to wait.
There was bad juju in the air yesterday.
I felt it the minute I walked into PT and saw “my” huge metal print hanging in the waiting room/reception area.
Mid-smile I gasped.
“Did Paul Newman dent it when he was hanging it?” I asked Nice Receptionist.
“It’s so pretty,” she answered avoiding eye contact.
“Shit!” I muttered.
I’ve never had a metal print arrive defective before.
And no, it wasn’t damaged in shipping. It was damaged when the printer mounted it.
(That sounds so inappropriate, doesn’t it?)
The upper left corner looks warped.
I’m a perfectionist with my prints and, even though I knew my printers would remedy the situation, it pretty much ruined my day.
Even Paul Newman couldn’t cheer me up after I saw it.
(Paul Newman was having a bad juju day himself, for entirely different reasons.)
I knew, of course, my afternoon would be spent fixing the defective print situation.
My bad juju continued when:
1) Paul Newman hurt me while looking me deep in the eyes and said, “I have to do it.” (It’s never good when he says that to me!)
I only made it to PT once last week. Since then, I lifted/moved luggage, did a lot of shooting, and apparently made my arm/shoulder/body really pissed off at me.
I might have been
a lot whinier than usual when Paul Newman proceeded to pretzel me into strange contortions.
It’s a pathetic day indeed when both Paul Newman and I aren’t happy.
(Also, most women would take it as a compliment if Paul Newman told them they felt “really tight,” right? But, when Paul Newman says that too me, it doesn’t bode well for my post-PT pain levels. Ouch!)
2) A blade on my food processor broke and damaged the entire thing. (I was fixing corn beef and cabbage. It’s a St. Paddy’s tradition in our house, but I was in the desert last weekend so it was a belated holiday dinner. I was trying to chop the cabbage when the machine went CLANG, CLUNK, and BANG!! Then really bad words came out of my mouth. I don’t even like corn beef, by the way. A broken food processor meant I had to chop everything with my pt-sore arm. It made me grumpy/grumpier.
3) My son, who applied to a LOT of colleges (and up until two days ago had gotten nothing but acceptances), received 3 rejection letters within 24 hours. Ouch! Can’t the colleges spread out the good news with the bad? They should be more thoughtful when they decide to kill a young person’s dream. Seriously, the whole college application process is just a parental PITA. Luckily, a nice scholarship offer arrived from one college, along with the other college’s rejection letters. He has gotten a lot of acceptances in the last few weeks so at least he has options as he makes his final decision. It’s hard to cheer a teen up when you’re having a really crappy day yourself.
Hopefully, today will be a better day?
Although, I have a dentist appointment and I hate going to the dentist – so maybe not?
I’m also driving to Newport Beach again *just* to take photos of the defective print.
The printer wants photos to show their production team.
My life is SO exciting, isn’t it?
Hopefully, I’ll be back in my normal (happier?!) groove tomorrow.