I ran errands this morning and met Denise for lunch. After lunch, we ran to Sam's Club for a few items. OH! MY! WORD!!! We'd driven separately and parked a few parks away from each other. Doug called as I was getting out of the Expedition and walk inside. As Denise and I were walking in, I realized that I'd not locked the truck, so I stopped at the front end of the parking lot to grab my keys out of my purse pocket and push the button to lock it from several parking spaces away. As I stopped, some crochety man, probably in his later 60s, layed on his horn. I wasn't even sure if he was honking at me??? I was too far from the truck, so I had to walk back closer to it to push the button.
As I walked back to the store, I passed the man and asked, unknowingly, "Were you honking at me?" I asked nicely because I wasn't sure if I'd done something wrong and was willing to apologize if I had. The man lit into me!!!! He was swearing at me and yelling! He told me to stay of my *!@#! cell phone! I was stunned! I said, "I was looking for my key." He went on, "I saw what you were doing! STAY OF YOUR @#$@#$@#$ cell phone!!!!" OH MY WORD!!! I could not believe my ears! People were staring. Doug was on the phone asking, "What's happening? What's happening?" I said, loud enough for him to hear, "Some grumpy old man is yelling and swearing at me. I don't know who pooped in his oatmeal this morning, but he's on one."
People were laughing at my response and I went on, "And he's got his little grandkid with him. That's impressive. He's a great example for her." Denise was dying. She'd walked ahead before it all started and hearing him yell, turned to see what was going on. She was worried that he would be crazy and pull out a gun or something. I kept walking inside and he was following me, just going off. People were rolling their eyes and shaking their heads at him. The guy kept on carrying on and I just walked into the store and went a different direction to avoid him until we left. I didn't see him again. Doug was so upset that he wasn't there. It did make me a bit nervous because these days, you just never know. BUT SERIOUSLY???? Apparently, I was too close to where he was pulling into the park, but I had passed the parking space completely. Denise and I couldn't even figure out why he was freaking out because I was well out of his way when I stopped. Some people's grandpas!
Last night, the kids had all been in different activities for their YM and YW activities, so they came in at different times from different directions. Doug had gone to bed early. The girls were in bed, long before Quayd came in. I'd left the front door unlocked but he came in through the garage door instead, all excited to tell me about his night. I had climbed into bed and Zulu, who sleeps in his bed under ours, was freaking out. He was growling and scratching his bed and moaning and making all sorts of noise. He'd run to the kitchen and then back under the bed, freaking out over and over. This went on for a good twenty minutes. Every single time he came into the bedroom, he was going ballistic under the bed. Go-Go, in his bed right next to him, was as content and quiet as could be. I kept thinking he was playing or trying to tell Go-Go to trade beds, because sometimes Go-Go gets into Zulu's. I was trying to read quietly. I finally thought, "WHAT is his problem?", got out of the bed and down on the floor to take a peek. The kitten was lying there in his bed just as cozy as could be, looking at Zulu as if to say, "I'm not even moving." He's an outside kitten who is learning to be a mouser for the winter. (We have a hay barn behind our home, requiring a cat or two to keep on top of the mice.) The little guy slips in every time we open the door. He had slipped in when Quayd came in from YM and we'd missed his entrance. I laughed so hard once I realized the problem. I took him outside immediately and Zulu looked at me like, "It's about time!" Silly kitty!
Kelly called tonight. Her soon-to-be officially EX-husband and her had some serious drama tonight. Oh, please pass him out of her life and her out of his... FOR.EV.ER. Never a dull moment. On a positive note, she's sent me some very cute photos of Zaylee this past week as they are celebrating Halloween socials. She's really trying. She's also calling more often and being a better daughter of late. I like that... even with the added drama that comes with.
I'm making a quick trip with a friend to the ranch to take some photos of a few last things at the cabin. I'd hoped to plan a "girl's night out" with several girlfriends before winter, but I didn't see it possibly happening at this busy time of year... everyone is so busy...as I said yesterday, Halloween, birthdays, and then Thanksgiving are coming too quickly. I am looking forward to even just a day at the ranch, though, as it's been weeks and weeks since we've been!
Live joyfully... even when people yell at you for no good reason!
Good people bring out the good in people.