I've always enjoyed running errands and shopping, something I have in common with my late dad. And because I'm a freelancer, I end up taking care of a lot of home-related tasks like arranging for repair people and being home to let them in, or taking the dogs to vet appointments and such. And as I said, it's usually an enjoyable thing.
This summer I'm working onsite for a client pretty much full-time during business hours, which restricts my errand-running hours. (And I see that Miss Lucy is way overdue for a nail-trimming visit to the lovely people at Wizard of Paws. Gotta fit that in, maybe next Friday afternoon.)
So I feel like I need to be very efficient about errands, and get as many done in one trip as possible. And the pressure is getting to me. My love of driving around town, gettin' stuff done, looking at what's new in the stores, and having snacks (hi, Dad) is dying a little bit. Here's a snippet of why.
Last Saturday I had to make two separate trips to Richmond (about 15 miles round-trip) to borrow a cage to house the feral tomcat who needed fixing. This morning I wanted to return the cage, and it had to be done between 7:30 and 9 a.m. No problem. I decided I'd combine that task with a few others that I could do on my way back.
- Got the cage returned, with only the slight hitch that my paperwork was misplaced. Realized that my morning coffee had hit bottom, and I needed to pee.
- Headed for the El Cerrito Recycling Center, which accepts all types of plastic for recycling, which Berkeley is too ideologically pure to do. (I really enjoy that my city makes it a little harder to do the right thing, just to teach me a lesson. </sarcasm>) I am there 15 minutes before the opening hour of 9 a.m. And my need to pee is more urgent.
- Drove a few blocks and stopped at the nearby donut shop and got a donut (plus coffee, against my better judgment). Their restroom is out of order, but I tell myself I can hold it.
- Got my plastic recyclables dropped off; headed south on San Pablo toward the hardware store that I know will exchange my empty propane tank for a full one. Wonder if and where they have a restroom.
- Spotted a gas station with a cage full of propane tanks and a restroom. Made a wild U-turn, filled my car's gas tank and bought a fresh tank of propane, used the restroom and felt relieved. Then felt embarrassed because the toilet wouldn't flush. Got totally busted because someone headed into the restroom as I was heading out. Vowed never to visit that gas station again.
- Pulled into the self-serve car wash only to hear the workers yell "No power!"
- Stopped at the bookstore to get a replacement power cord for my e-reader only to hear "we're out; you should call first." This was the second time--I'm starting to really believe that anything more I spend on my crappy Nook Color is throwing good money after bad, and that Barnes & Noble deserves any misfortune it experiences.
- Headed south again; got car washed at another place and dropped off sofa cushion for restuffing.
- Returned home, exhausted by 10:15 on a Saturday.
- Started list of next set of errands.