Joke's on Me

Today is the peak bloom day for the cherry blossoms. I had a shoot scheduled. I thought it would be best to get downtown early so I scheduled hair and makeup for 8 am, which means I was at the studio at 7:30 am. I'm usually not even up by 7:30. But there I was at the studio on a rainy Wednesday waiting for people to show up. Some did, some didn't. The shoot never happened.

Each year I dream of doing a model shoot in the cherry blossoms. They are so beautiful but so short lived. It's hard to plan something with a moving bloom time and with all the spring rain. I've never been able to pull it off. I'm trying again on Sunday but the funny thing is the cherry trees I want to use aren't in bloom yet, they bloom two weeks later. So I mis-scheduled this shoot as well. Some things aren't meant to be. 

It makes me wonder why I try so hard to achieve things that the universe doesn't want me to do. Of course, it would be easier if the universe would just tell me to give up instead of throwing obstacles in my way. It's hard to tell what is suppose to be a challenge to overcome and what is a road block to completely avoid.

Crappy Day

So today starting with an email that was complaining about the work I did. Then my friend calls to tell me he might not make it to help paint my house on Sunday. Then I get a nasty headache because I always do when it rains. Then a shoot I'm planning takes a turn for the worse. Then I get a ticket on my car.

I know, it could be worse. I could have broken my arm, my house could have fallen into a big sink hole, or my car could have exploded on the drive home, but the check engine light is on and I need to get a minor repair.

But still, it's like everything waited for today to go wrong. I just want to go to sleep and forget this day ever happened.

Idiot

Do you know that feeling when you discover you've been doing something wrong for three days? At dinner tonight I'm discussing how I'm not having any success snaking my kitchen drain. Wiser people tell me to call the plumber. I say forget it all they do is bring in an electric snake. My dinner companion says, isn't your drill electric? Drill, what the heck are you talking about? You know the drill you put on your snake.

Crap, I thought it was odd that my snake was missing the crank handle. I even looked for it under the sink, no handle. That's not the where the handle goes, idiot, that's where the drill goes.

Wow, I guess it's been a long time since I used that snake. And now all the bruises and cuts on my hands seem silly. 

I have managed to get past the turn that was causing me grief and I've found more mushrooms and carrots. Damn the mushroom and carrot eater! Anybody who knows me knows those things didn't come from my house. I haven't broken the clog yet, but I'm hopeful thanks to the genius idea of using a drill.

But the big question in my three days of failing to snake the kitchen drain is why hasn't the mushroom and carrot eating neighbor called the plumber? It's obvious that they clogged the drain.

EDIT: The mushroom and carrot eater is off the hook. The handy drill actually worked and the drain is snaked. Join me in the happy dance, why don't you!