Bit of Ivory

It’s awfully nice to just lay here. I got a phone call on Thursday asking me to come in to work for a few hours yesterday, and maybe a few today, just to help us get ready for Christmas. I said I could, as it was only going to be 3 hours or so. At about 20 to 3 I went out to my car to drive to work, only to find that the battery was dead. The seatbelt had got caught in the door, so the inside light stayed on all night. This wouldn’t have been such a bad thing, except that I was the only one home. Even that wouldn’t have been so bad, except that the only cars left for me to jump Lizzy from were our van and our old ’78 Chrysler Cordoba. The Cordoba (named Sara) won’t turn over, so that one was out. That left You Know Who, our Previa. (Yes, our van is named You-Know-Who.) Problem: You Know Who is a stick. I don’t know how to drive a stick. I’ve had a few lessons, but they were 7 years ago. But as all I had to do is back You Know Who out of the garage, I thought I’d give it a shot. I only killed You Know Who about 20 times, but I managed to pull it out of the garage, jump Lizzy, and pull it back in. I was so proud of myself!

When I got to work, we were so busy that I ended up working an entire shift, plus an entire shift today. Along with the time I worked on Monday when Mary Ann was sick, and Tuesday when Becky had a doctors appointment, I worked 16 hours this week that I wasn’t scheduled for. Not bad.

Although it is extremely vexatious to be obliged to work when all you really wish to do is curl up with a good Georgette Heyer.

In fact, I think that’s what I’ll do now.