Feh!

Feh! this is a tremendously useful expression.


Especially today.


For a variety of reasons today was a FEH! day.


I woke up early because I was tossing and turning and worrying about a bunch of relatively petty stuff.





And, I really shouldn't toss and turn about petty stuff. I shouldn't. Because, it's petty and I really don't care. I don't.

Because, ever since my daughter's horrible car accident, I really don't care about the petty shit, and I know that most of it is petty shit.

Still.

I'm human and I have my days.

So, today, I was tossing and turning wondering if I was scammed by the guy who came to repair my oven. I am having somewhere between 23 and 30 people for dinner on Thursday because it is- well, Thanksgiving- and my oven has occasionally been turning itself off.

There is a long story here, but bottom line is that the oven apparently needs a $200 part which needs to be installed during a $100 service call- so a $300 bill to repair an oven that cost a bit over $500 brand new 4 years ago.

Feh!

Then, the theater troupe from which I have recently retired has been posting pictures of the lovely theater in which they are working.

They couldn't manage to find a lovely theater while I was directing!

Feh!

Yesterday, when I took my mom for her assessment at outpatient physical therapy, I dropped her off and went to the dealership to have a second key made for her car- and to get an oil change- over due- and I said to the girl how long will this take? because I have to pick up my mom- and she said, about half an hour. We'll call you when it's ready; you can wait in the lounge.

So I went to the lounge to wait. I had a book, so I wasn't too bothered when 45 minutes had passed. I wasn't too bothered after an hour had passed, because I had a book, and because my mom was busy with her assessment for physical therapy. After an hour and a half, though, I tracked down the girl who checked me in.

You said about half an hour, I said. It's been an hour and a half.

Oh! She said. Let me check- oh, it's been done for over an hour. I guess when I went to lunch I forgot to mention to them that you were waiting on site.

Feh!

Then, I had to email the CPA who has had the trust fund paperwork- from my mom's aunt- since the first week of April. I have only heard from him when I have emailed him. It is NOVEMBER!

Feh!

Then the oven guy calls. The part still hasn't arrived. He won't be coming today. Maybe Saturday. Maybe Monday.

Thanksgiving is THURSDAY!

Even though the sun is shining I'm having a gray day.

Feh! Feh! Feh!

Finally, I decide to indulge in some retail therapy. Although, can you really call it retail therapy if it is at Kmart and the grocery story and it is pretty much stuff on sale that you needed anyway?

Shortly after I returned home, the oven guy called and my husband answered to hear that the part is in - the guy will come tomorrow, Saturday-

The CPA returned my email and he says the packet was mailed 10 days ago. At least, that was the answer he got when he emailed one of his underlings.

Do we call this progress, or not?

Somehow, it will all be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end.