Of course, somehow my cell phone was off this morning and the staff at my mum’s care home were trying to reach me because there was a CT scan cancellation at the hospital. I was out in the park with a friend and her two little boys on a lovely crisp fall day. It was a spontaneous event that I almost resisted because I knew it would throw off our morning schedule, but the sun was shining so I was in a good mood. The Precious really enjoyed swinging next to his 3 yr old “cousin” and watching the other kids. Oh, well, I don’t think I could have made it anyway. So the next date for a CT scan is on the 17th.
I got that part. Guess when it’s filming? The 17th! Yay! Sigh. Yay! cause that means I’m on my way to SF. Sigh, cause now I have to figure out who can take my mum to the hospital for a CT scan. Hubby might be able to do it and if not, well, something will be figured out.
When we finally got home, the Precious was worn out; he only had a 20 minute power nap but of course, he wasn’t about to have go down again, even after a hearty lunch. DH came home early and once he heard him, that was out of the question. Luckily, DH had to go back out again and so the fun factory was unavailable to him. I had learned my lesson though, I didn’t force him, I just put him in his playpen and he amused himself until he got sleepy. Then a warm bottle of milk, and off he went. Instead of enjoying some lovely housekeeping, I did my mum’s taxes. At some point, it fell off my to do list. Okay, I procrastinated. I claim my son as my number 1 reason why I don’t get around to doing unpleasant tasks – like taxes. My tardiness has come back to bite my ass. Her care home called the other day. If I don’t do her taxes, her subsidized care home fees go up (not to mention late filing fees, accrued interest on whatever she owes, and the list goes on). I go through a year’s worth of her bank statements, tally up the required information and then discover I have not received T4s for her income of pension and old age security payments. I make the dreaded call to revenue services, certain I will be sent to telephone queue purgatory, but I actually get an agent in 2 minutes. Wow, what’s next – world peace?
I finally got in touch with a cosmetic/skin care line lady that I’ve been playing phone tag with lately. She came over a few weeks ago to leave some free samples. I think she wants me to be an independent consultant, but I made it clear I had no interest or time to do it, but I ordered an expensive product I don’t really need anyway. I am due a cheque soon anyway, so I thought I could splurge on myself. I’m a sucker for women who do these kinds of businesses. Back in the day, hubby convinced me to join him in something similar (HUGE MISTAKE, but a learning experience) and it’s amazing how your so called friends don’t want to support you.
I made pea risotto for the Precious’ meal tomorrow (but asked DH to pick up sushi for dinner), committed to doing a lecture on Buddhism at a community centre in the new year, an interview about A Mother’s Story this weekend and my Buddhist buddies and I rescheduled 2 meetings without too much fuss and bother (but a lot of daimoku).
And yes, I even showered and shaved my legs today. Today, my friends, was a good day.