You're probably expecting some "Tell me about the rabbits, George," but I'm actually referring to the idiom from which the book takes its name. If you're not familiar with it, it goes, "The best-layed plans of mice and men often go awry," and it an homage to a poem, if I do recall. Which is to say, this is a post about everything going WRONG.
I've been working very diligently to square-up a visit with my friend. If you've not read, I've taken on a job as a painter, and de-facto construction worker with Rudbeckia Interprises. I've done about $500 of work, and I was counting on the first $300 arriving in the form of a paycheck. Said paycheck was a little under a month late. And due to time constraints, contained a solid one-third of what it was supposed to.
Which is to say, I waited patiently for $100 while planning on a $500 budget that I did not receive.
Moreover, lodging-accomodations. I thought those were going to be here. They're not.
My family's been a hot mess, and they broke-out into disagreement with the prospect of my friend visiting.
They will, however, personally fund my little sister to go places. We only export, and we don't cover adults.
Kind of sucks. I began looking at hotels, and found a few that were reasonable and near wonderful places, but with my recent budget, I don't suspect I'm going to make it happen.
We looked at the prospect of me visiting instead, but there's just not a budget for that, either, now. And the price of tickets are outrageous, even in advance, as the holidays are impending.
Moreover, the person I'd accounted on taking me in for a short week is struggling with an Alzheimer's patient, and it's just... It's a hot mess, and I'm kind of a liability to it all. A magnifying glass, so to speak.
My plan failed, my revised plan failed. My back-up plan failed.
I'm just not going to be able to make it in for her birthday.
Long story short, I'm pretty jaded and I'm baking cookies to send on her birthday instead.
It's not at all a suitable substitute for the adventure we had planned.
She's kind of heartbroken.
...I'm not heartbroken. I'm not upset. And I am SO far from disappointed.
ReplyDeleteIn you.
Now, your family is being unreasonable, and I'm often stalked by misfortune, and it seems that fate is having a good poke at us with a really long, sharp freaking stick.
Keep your head up. Keep smiling. I'm not letting go of your hand, even if the ground is covered in thorns and bumps, and you're running full speed into it.