It was a bad day on Wednesday. It seemed every time I turned around I was presented with a new frustration.
I had a women using my driveway to sneak into her own. Our driveway is private, and we share it with only one neighbor, although a few others will use it. Now I don’t usually care if she does this, but I was in a bad mood and the fact that I had to get out of my car (in the cold and on slippery ice) only to have her tell me to get out of her way, well, lets just say it made me even more upset.
Then I felt bad because I had been a bit terse with her, and I nearly stopped in at her house to apologize, but then I thought, “she and her husband use our driveway to get out to the main road, yet they do not contribute to the plowing and upkeep of the driveway.” In fact, her husband has a plow and has never offered to plow out the drive.
Still I feel bad for being so abrupt.
Then we had two young people walk down our driveway, so they could walk to the beach. As I said above, we have a private drive, and our driveway ends. It does not go to the beach. Yet, what did the lovers walking hand and hand do? They tried to walk through the waist deep snow toward the beach. (Which is down hill. A bit dangerous!)
I saw them first and asked them to turn around, but like two kids being caught with their hand in the cookie jar, they tried to sprint away down hill, which was sort of impossible because of the deep snow. Hubby heard me, and came out, and waved them back up the drive.
Then, I told myself I needed to calm down and just let it all go. So, I came in and worked on making a nice dinner. Cooking soothes me and by the time I finished making dinner, I felt much better.