March 20, 2011
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I have a monster headache. The kind that makes me think that typing a blog is not a good thing. I've been for a walk, visited the neighbors for coffee with Erik, repaired a sweater and worked on a new pair of socks to send to my daughter-in-law. Erik and I have been having a lovely day together until somebody, I don't know who, stopped by to see The Chief, and now they are at the fire station. This is just pissing me off big time.
We have a rule, supposedly, about Sundays. Sundays are no laundry days. He's been doing laundry. Sunday's are NO FireDepartment days -unless of course there is a call. This afternoon we were watching the ball game while I repaired the sweater that he loves and that I have come to loathe. I don't know who showed up here, because frankly, if I had gone out to greet our visitors, I would have been a pissy bitch. Erik was all, " I'll be back." I fucking hate the Fire Department and the seeming lack of boundaries we have in our lives because of it. I don't know why these idiots can't use their telephone to call and set up a time. Erik does this, too, which drives me crazy when I let it. He would rather drive to someone's home and talk with them then pick up the telephone and make the call. Appeals to use the phone to save money on gasoline fall on deaf ears because he says it's easier to go to their home or place of business to speak face to face than it is to use the phone. I hate it at work when patients just drop in and I hate it in my home. If I could erect a giant impenetrable dome around my home to keep the VFD out on Sundays or when I'm having time with my husband, I would.
I think I'll put an ice pack on my hot head and cool down.
Blessings abound