Frustrating Day (but a couple of cute pictures)

 Some days you're just spinning your wheels.

Granted, I'm still in a down mood from the jeep.  The barn looks like a cavern.  Live with something for 46 years and you get used to having it around.  And we had such fun with it.  Past tense.

I realize that I'm feeling the same way about the jeep as I did about RedBug's leg.  Making the decision, each time, tore me up.  Going through with it hurt.  Looking at the smooth blankness where Bug's leg used to be still twists me up a little.  Looking at the empty barn hurts.

But RedBug would have died.  And the jeep would have rusted away.  I did what had to be done to save them.  Sigh.

So today I've been doing, or trying to do, stuff that needs to be done . . . again.  There's a woman in the weaver's guild who wants the spinning wheel that I got in March (with the idea of passing it on).  We haven't gotten together yet (in her defense, she works and has two preteen boys).  I wrote her last week to see if she was going to the guild meeting this coming Saturday.  I rarely go, but I would to be able to take it to her.  I didn't hear back.  So I wrote again today.  I've fine either way, but I would like to know if I need to plan on going or not.

I wanted to look at the results of my Dexa scan and compare it to earlier years.  I tried to log onto my patient portal but couldn't.  I finally called the help number and apparently I fell out of the system.  So I went through all the steps and filled out the online forms to get reinstated.  They had to send me an access code, which it said could take a day.  I waited two days, then called back today to deal with that.  I finally get into the portal - and while it verifies that I had the scan, it doesn't have the results.  Now I have to call my doctor's office to find out how to get those.

I mentioned a couple of posts ago about having to try to contact the DMV to get a title for the car trailer.  Of course, I think it's the only thing we owned that apparently was only in Bob's name, so I can't get it online.  It's suggested that you make an appointment rather than just walk in.  You can't do that online.  So I called three times today, to go through the phone tree to get to the point you can ask for a human being, only to get the message "everyone is busy, try calling again later."  So I guess I'll take a day and just go sit there until someone can see me.  In the meanwhile, I know I'll have to turn the license plate in, so I went to take it off but the bolts have rusted so I'll need to tackle it with WD40, a screwdriver, and a wrench.

OK,that's today down the tubes. Maybe I should just take my blanket and book and go sit by my stream and chill.  I start down the path, and face this.

My path runs under those two fallen trees.  They're too big for my little chainsaw.  I'll still be able to get down to the stream (over the first tree, duck under the second) but I need to clean out the branches and other detritus first.   In my present mood I should not be working with implements of destruction.

Basically, this day has been a wash.  But to end it with a reset, a couple of cute pictures.  One of the young foxes at the museum is on medication, and it's given to her in little balls of meat.  So that we're sure she gets it, we have to hand feed her.  

One of the cats' toys is a round plush piggie.  RiverSong had decided that it makes a good pillow.

Maybe tonight I'll go sit with the fireflies again before their brief season is over.