The week began peacefully with our usual church attendance, followed by a surprise from my husband, a meal at Gaston's White River Resort, which has a breakfast buffet Sunday until 2 p.m.
Gaston's is a premier resort, offering a variety of choices in cabin rentals, a well-stocked gift shop, restaurant, small zoo, conference building, small plane day landing strip, river boat rentals, guides, tennis court and other recreational options.
The restaurant sits on the edge of the White River below Bull Shoals Dam; its over-sized windows give an excellent view of flat bottom boats drift fishing for rainbow and brown trout. The full featured menu includes a breakfast buffet on Sunday which in my mind is the best offering on the menu.
Monday was a legal holiday since July 4th was on Sunday, so I accomplished none of my planned weekly assignments.
When Tuesday dawned, the week began a steady downhill trend. I had appointments to make, but some did not materialize to fit my schedule including my last "in warranty" oil change, etc. on the hybrid SUV , but nevertheless was made for Wednesday..
Plus I had received a letter from my opthamologist to call to make an appointment for a glaucoma pressure check. to repeat a field of vision test. The doc is trying to establish if I have glaucoma.
Tuesday I received a call to repeat a previous peripheral vision test; a recent test (my second) did not correlate with the first.
If you've never had this test, it involves a screen where you look straight ahead and various dots of light appear around the periphery of the screen. You click a device every time you are aware of a light. My hand/eye coordination is not as fast as the lights go. It is not an uncomfortable test, just annoying.
So I had to make two appointments, one of which extends my schedule into August. They cannot be done together. Grrrr.............
Frustration is beginning to seep into my planning.
Arriving home I sort them by size in various containers, some or which are not empty. I was horrified to find a weevil infestation in some of the containers, despite my Bay Leaf "insecticide."
So I pitched the old hole riddled treats/bay leaves and purchased new bottles of Bay Leaf for the new supply. I HATE weevils despite their alleged "harmless" reputation.
When I lived in Morocco I became acquainted with the insecticide quality of bay leaves, which were native. It was used by Moroccans in their various flours, cous-cous, and other products prone to weevil infestations, or so I was told.
Since I'm still sore and achy from my fall I skipped exercise class.
Then the Police Auxiliary meeting seemed most disorganized for a major event to start Friday--yeah this Friday is BroStock weekend!
The beginning of a cold/or extreme allergic reaction reared it ugly head. It seemed to intensify when I inhaled a vapor of an insecticide spray used to kill weevils in the trash container. How stupid can I get. I put on a mask after the first spraying episode.
Then Wednesday I traveled to Harrison for my SUV checkup. Since this was the last time I could use my original warranty and maintenance agreements, I checked for an add-on policy only to find I would not save any money.
After a brief shopping spree to the Wal-Mart, fueling frustration to a new level..
Now it is Thursday and I called Dr. office for relief--hope she does not want to see me. I just want to stay home all day. Luckily, she did not summon me, but called in an antibiotic for my sore throat. I have plenty of remedies for the remaining symptoms.
Friday and Saturday I volunteered to pull pork for the Memphis BBQ sandwiches to be sold by the Police Auxiliary. This is a 2-hour shift after which I can go home. If some of the pork is not used for sandwiches, whole BBQed chunks will be sold. I hope to get one to freeze. By then I hope frustration as melted into nothingness.