My Very Interesting Day
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Chaos sometimes hits in clumps, and when She does it makes for blog posts like this.

It started with a phone call 10 minutes before my alarm was set to go off. I had asked Amy to call me and remind me that I'd be helping her move a sofa. I didn't specify when. But that was ok. It got me out of bed. I made coffee, knit a bit, cleaned some... the usual stuff. Then Sarah, co-owner of HomeKrafts called. She wanted to pick up her shea butter order. Oops! I hadn't labeled them yet. I told her so, and she was cool with that. She'd be by in about half an hour. I grabbed some labels and went to stick 'em on the neatly stacked tubs on the counter. I opened the top one, just to be sure; and it was green inside. Darn. I had 17 tubs of unlabelled shea with comfrey and lavender. Which meant the box full of unlabelled tubs must hold the pure shea, yes? No. It held more shea with comfrey etc.
(I have no memory of the first half of June. Since Quinn passed away, those two weeks are a black hole for me. I can't imagine how hard -unbearable, really- it is for his parents.)

Ok. No biggie. I still have 25 minutes before Sarah shows. I'll just call her cell phone, tell her what's up, and drop the butter off before I go sofa-moving. Except her cell number isn't on the caller ID. We'd had a power outage the week before and lost all the old numbers. I started melting shea butter, made sure the mixer was clean, and counted out butter tubs. I wouldn't have them done when she got here, but I could throw in a free comfrey oil to make up for the hassle.
The doorbell rings as I'm pouring liquid shea into the mixing bowl. It was Sarah. She was completely understanding, except that she had to be somewhere at 6 pm. How perfect! I had to be moving a couch at 6! I finished the butter and delivered it at 5:20.

On to the couch moving episode.
Traffic was good, I was 3 minutes early. Yay! We chatted until Amy's hubby arrived, and then we played math games about how to move a couch around corners.
Let me just say, that any man who can remove 2 doors and a light fixture, while wearing a tie, and come out looking barely mussed... is HOT. Oh yeah. Guys, that is what a woman wants.
Once the couch was safely installed in the back of the truck, we said our goodbyes and prepared to caravan to Amy's house. Hubby leading, me in the middle, Amy being the caboose.
That worked for all of 5 minutes.
You would think that a man who can take a door off it's hinges would know how to be followed. (sigh)
I lost him at the second stoplight. Amy's car was facing the wrong way, so she had to turn around before she could get behind us. I tried to drive slowly so she could catch up, but I never saw her. I figured, "That's ok. I've been to her house 2 or 3 times. If I get on the highway, I can find the right exit."
Which I did. Sort of. Except that I was hungry. Really hungry. What with the knitting and cleaning and shea butter making, I hadn't eaten since breakfast. There was a 10 hour gap between me and calories, I was driving a sofa around Jefferson county, and I couldn't think straight.
I decided to find a pay phone, call for directions, and get some food.
After driving around for a bit, I encountered the ultra-mega-monster-strip-mall that Amy and I had shopped at last month. "Hey! This looks familiar!" I thought. With 8 anchor stores, somebody must have a pay phone.
So the sofa and I crept past all the stores, looking in each for a phone. I couldn't find one. So I pulled up in front of Home Depot and asked the guy with the name tag, "Hey Steve! Where can I find a pay phone?"
He stared at me blankly. I said, "Heh. I left my cell phone at home, and I'm lost. Can you point me to a phone?"
Ah. Now he understood. A damsel in distress. He turned around slowly, looking at the stores and said, "Uh... They took out that one..."
Great. Just friggin' great. 40 stores and one pay phone, which has been removed due to lack of use.
Steve brightened and said, "There's a Mobil station down the road. They still have a pay phone!"
I thanked him graciously, gave him a smile, and went down the road. Sure enough, within a quarter of a mile, I found the Mobil station. And next to it was a fast food place! I could eat and regain my sanity! But first, the phone call. I pulled up to the phone and opened my purse, and my wallet wasn't there.
I almost cried.
The truck has a change holder, so I grabbed what was there: 3 quarters, 2 dimes and 4 nickels. I can make 2 calls. Just what I need. One to call the hubby-man for Amy's number, and one to call Amy. I dropped in 50 cents, dialed home, and got a message that I couldn't call St. Louis. It was long distance. Then the damn phone ate my money and wouldn't give it back. I paid 50 cents to be told I was too far from home to get help.
Arrrgh!
I slammed the phone back in it's cradle and went home.
So I have a sofa sitting in the back of my truck.

On the flip side: Amy arrived home to see her hubby watering the lawn and said, "Where's Sharon?" And he immediately turned off the water and went looking for me. Good man.