real life is not cooperating
Aug. 16th, 2008 02:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7So I just got an email from my mom half an hour ago saying that Baby Sister and Surprise Husband are going to be in Albany from tomorrow through Wednesday.
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When I spoke to her she said they would be driving through Buffalo and would visit me, "at some point" on their way to Albany, and I hadn't time in the brief phone conversation to nail down when that would be but I had assumed, since they were still in Nevada, that it would be some time, since they planned on swinging through Chicago and doing some visiting there. So I made no plans, expecting to hear from her again sometime next week.
Tonight I am driving to Syracuse. It is more than halfway to Albany. Had I known that my only chance for the forseeable future of meeting this Surprise Husband would be to be in Albany early this week, I could have easily made plans to continue my trip from Syracuse a couple more hours to Albany, and stayed there a couple of days.
I could have made such plans up until about eleven a.m. today.
But I did not know that this would be the case until, yes, two p.m. Which is three hours too late to make any plans, and two hours too late to make any last-second plans, and one hour too late to make any last-ditch-desperation plans. Too late. Too, too late.
Am I being totally irrational to find myself furious just now?
I must be crazy.
Silly me.
This is really not helping my desperate attempts to be in a more positive mood. Really it's not.
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When I spoke to her she said they would be driving through Buffalo and would visit me, "at some point" on their way to Albany, and I hadn't time in the brief phone conversation to nail down when that would be but I had assumed, since they were still in Nevada, that it would be some time, since they planned on swinging through Chicago and doing some visiting there. So I made no plans, expecting to hear from her again sometime next week.
Tonight I am driving to Syracuse. It is more than halfway to Albany. Had I known that my only chance for the forseeable future of meeting this Surprise Husband would be to be in Albany early this week, I could have easily made plans to continue my trip from Syracuse a couple more hours to Albany, and stayed there a couple of days.
I could have made such plans up until about eleven a.m. today.
But I did not know that this would be the case until, yes, two p.m. Which is three hours too late to make any plans, and two hours too late to make any last-second plans, and one hour too late to make any last-ditch-desperation plans. Too late. Too, too late.
Am I being totally irrational to find myself furious just now?
I must be crazy.
Silly me.
This is really not helping my desperate attempts to be in a more positive mood. Really it's not.
