The weekend started off in a mildly portentous matter, in retrospect. I came home Friday evening and parked in the street, having discovered Maryanne had not pulled her car far enough into the driveway to leave room for me. In addition, one of the neighbors had parked their car in the street, in front of our house, and I was worried I might not have enough room to park behind the car without blocking our other neighbor's driveway.
When I walked into the house Maryanne promptly asked me why I hadn't parked in the driveway. The nerve! She was the one who hadn't left me enough room and now she's asking why I didn't park in the driveway! When I told her there was no room because of how she had parked she apologized, having forgotten she didn't pull in far enough.
Saturday went somewhat better. The weather was cooperative enough that I was able to get outside and mow the lawn, and I even managed to get a few other things done. There were a number of factors, though, that prevented me from getting more accomplished.
Yesterday's tasks consisted mainly of shopping. However, we did try installing the convertible car seat we got for Sarah, but even with Narf's help we weren't able to get it adjusted properly. Out it came and back in went the infant seat-- for the third time.
Mood: Thoughtful
Music: Kenny Wayne Shepherd: "I Found Love (When I Found You)"
3 comments:
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What does the word portentous mean? Also, I thought Barbarians had a good fortitude save.
Portentous means that something has prophetic significance or foreshadows a coming event.
In this case, having to park in the street foreshadowed other minor annoyances I would encounter throughout the weekend, especially the frustration of trying to install the convertible car seat.
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