Yesterday was a huge drama day and if you know me you know how much I HATE drama. And yes, I am aware that I have a teenager, and I know he is a one man Drama Machine - just like every teenager on the planet. However, he is getting better.
Lola pulls as hard as she can and barks maniacally when she sees another dog being walked. So I try to walk her when few dogs are out.
I took Lola to walk yesterday but not super early. After breakfast. Around 9:30. My neighbor decided to walk his two huge dogs at the same time. Lola saw them as soon as we left the house, so I brought her back in for a few minutes to calm down before venturing out again. We went out and went in the opposite direction. My neighbor is a big guy and I figured those dogs would get a nice long walk.
Wrong.
We were on the way back and almost home when I saw him headed back our way. I tugged Lola and got her all the way down my neighbor across the street's driveway, and she didn't see the big dogs. However, I was a nervous wreck. Heart pounding. Overheated - it's VERY hot and humid - and freaked out. I called Mom and told her to make Michael get up and come get Lola. He came running, thank God.
Came in and got ice water and calmed down.
Next drama: calling the college and trying to get Michael's financial aid straightened out. He didn't want any part of it. There was a lot of yelling, and some tears.
Got calmed back down and ventured out to run errands.
I posted this on Facebook when we got back from CVS:
Good thing my blood pressure normally runs a bit low. Michael and I were out in the car a little while ago and this very old man riding a moped almost got run over by my Toyota Highlander! It was the intersection of Henderson Mill Road and Briarcliff Way, and the light was green, but we had to go up a steep hill to turn left onto Henderson Mill, so I couldn't see into the intersection until I was in it. As soon as we got up to the top of the hill and started the turn, the old man just appeared out of nowhere, running the red light I suppose. I had to slam on the brakes to keep from hitting him. I was screaming as soon as I saw the man - and poor Michael Thompson of course I threw my right arm out to protect him [the universal mom gesture even if the child has on a seatbelt]. The old Dude just puttered by, staring at me like I was crazy, his face registering NOTHING! I made the turn onto Henderson Mill and just started shaking. WOW. Michael said "It wouldn't have been your fault if you'd hit him, Mom." True, but I would've felt terrible. / Y'all, please make sure your grandpas are not on the road if they think traffic lights don't apply to them...
The REST of the day was... drama free. Interesting, however.
I interviewed a man who owns a local coffee company, and I hope to post the interview today. Fascinating story.
I sold one of the window unit air conditioners I no longer need since we got the upstairs air conditioning fixed.
In one day, Michael got 3 new little jobs - 2 housesitting and one giving tennis lessons to a neighbor. He's also babysitting today. So the next few days will be busy ones for him. He actually wrote down the details of each job so he wouldn't forget.
I made spaghetti for dinner. The sauce was a little acidic, so I added a teaspoon of sugar. Michael took one bite, made a face, said "It's too sweet!" Mother and I couldn't taste it. So we suggested he do what Bruce does - add Tabasco sauce and spice it up. Michael did so. Heavy handed. Took a few more bites and said "Now I can't eat this." No drama, just being a picky eater. I said "Fine, give it to Lola." She ate it. Then drank her water bowl dry.
I went to bed EARLY...
