I feel just like Charlie Brown when he says, "Augggghhhh!" As if I didn't have enough stress and aggravation last week, the laptop and the internet refused to talk to each other all day Saturday and Sunday. Good grief! It's finally a brand-new week, and hopefully the karma is better now than it was then.
But before I put last week completely out of my mind, I have to give y'all a little recap of it. (Parts of it, anyway, the worst of it doesn't bear repeating.)
Last Saturday a kid I consider my daughter called me with a semi-emergency: "Mommy, the people who said they'd move me to college backed out. Can you help me?" Sure, honey. I got home from work at 8 a.m. on Sunday morning, took a 3-hour nap, and then drove to St. Louis to move Ash to college, where almost every possible thing that could go wrong did. I claim exhaustion as the reason it didn't occur to me until somewhere around Columbia on the way home that NV lives in the St. Louis area and that I'd missed a chance to turn a bloggy friend into a real-life friend. (Aside to NV: I'll apparently be in Florissant on a somewhat regular basis until May and girl, we have got to get together!)
When I got home Monday Louis Cat had a little bump on his chin the size of a pea. By Wednesday it was the size of a grape. Thursday I woke up and found blood spattered all over my bedspread and trailing from the bedroom floor through the kitchen and onto the back porch. The bump had burst. After a hasty trip to the vet, we learned that the bump was a spider bite that abcessed. Poor little Louis. I felt so sorry for him that I made him a pallet in the Hoosier. Just temporarily. He shouldn't get used to it. And by the way, this crazy cat actually likes bubble-gum-flavored Amoxicillin.
And speaking of cats....
Last week wasn't all bad, but since this post is getting rather long I'll stop here and put the better news in a Part II post right away.