Crazy Lady

I yelled at a total stranger today.  This is the first time in my fifty-one years that I have done this.

I had my yearly gyno appointment today. School just ended last Thursday and I'm still not unwound, the stress of selling/not selling the house is weighing heavily on my mood, and I am on the brink of a period that has waited 10 weeks to show up. Yes, on the brink of a period, on the way to the gyno.  Now, while I have no experience having my monthly during my yearly, I'm guessing it's a no-go.  So that is on my mind.

I go through the toll booth to get on the turnpike and no ticket comes out of the slot.  A sign says to push the button if that happens, so I push the button.  No response.  I push the button again.  Again, no response.  I push the button maybe twenty times.  The guy in back of me starts to beep.  I pull away.  Let me preface this by saying that the same thing happened to me on the way home from the gyno the last time I went, so I knew what was to come.

I get off at Exit Two.  I come to the toll booth where a  pleasant man with a neatly trimmed gray beard wearing a blue shirt is standing.  I tell him I do not have a ticket, and tell him my experience at the turnpike entrance.  "No ticket!"  he exclaims.  "That's not good.  I have to charge eight dollars and ??? cents, the full price if you don't have a ticket."  I knew that part was coming, but the part that came next took me completely by surprise.

I explode.  I tell him how ridicules it was; what was I supposed to do?  He tells me I should have pulled over, gotten out of my car and looked for a guy in a blue shirt.  Really???  I reiterate about the button with no answer.  He tells me that because of Chris Christie's budget cuts they are short-handed.  I think I blacked out at that point.  I had an out-of-body experience where I saw a crazy woman unleashing her wrath upon a pleasant looking toll taker, something about being a teacher.  He never should have mentioned that man's name.

In the end, I threw my change at my purse, apologized, and drove away crying. 

I survived my gyno exam and am still waiting for my period.  Since arriving home I have chosen to immerse myself in the HLN coverage of the Casey Anthony trial in an effort to distract myself.

Greetings from Limbo

You might be wondering where we are in the process of selling our house and moving.  I know I certainly am.  We have a potential buyer.  He thinks he is a "shrewd negotiator", in Chris's words.  What that translates to is "asshole".  We have been in negotiations since February, maybe March; it really is hard to keep track.

So we have been concentrating on finding a new house.  No real luck there either.  Too big, too small, wrong neighborhood, one house bought out from under us.  I was very hopeful  about a house that we were supposed to see today.  It is also on North River Drive, across the street towards Churchlanding Road.  It is, from what we have heard, immaculate and well maintained, original owner going in to the Friends Home in Woodstown.  The taxes are one third of what we pay here.  Yes, one third.  (Oh, and last week we found our our tax appeal was denied so not moving is not really an option.)  It was not officially on the market yet, but it is Chris's listing and she got us in for this morning...or so we thought.  Last minute cancellation by the owner.  She decided she is not moving.  I realize this is probably a temporary set back, but I'm not taking it well.

Summer is coming and I'd like some idea of what is in store for us.  I'm tired of waiting, tired of keeping the house perfect, tired of not knowing where I'm going to live a year from now.

Other that that, all's good.