There are certain things that I avoid like the plague.  Among them are the following:

  • The possibility that there is a mouse in my house, specifically in my bedroom (I have reason to suspect)
  • Calling a doctor, dentist, or other establishment to make an appointment
  • Admitting that my dog needs a serious behavior adjustment
  • Buying a weed eater

Some of those items are obviously more debilitating than others.  I don’t think my lack of desire to purchase a weed eater is going to impact my life in the near future.  My neighbors might wish I would shape up, but they haven’t started leaving hate messages on the door.  I am working up the courage to face the mouse thing, and the dog situation is just going to have to work itself out.

As for the appointments issue, I made progress yesterday.  I made one big grown-up follow-up call and did it quite well, if I do say so myself.  Even though I didn’t reach the actual person in question, I did manage to leave a friendly while professional message.  I don’t know about you, but that’s not always the case with voicemail and me.  We have a rocky relationship that usually involves bumbling and idiocy on my part while voicemail silently mocks me.  Thank goodness yesterday wasn’t like that!

I was feeling strong after that, so I called the dreaded car dealership to schedule repairs that should have been made several weeks ago.  If you’re looking for me tomorrow, you will find me dutifully getting other people to take care of my car (which is way better than if I tried to take care of it myself).  I’m arming myself with at least two good books, a magazine, and my iPod this time.  I won’t be stuck watching The View again.  And I’m mentally preparing myself for the bill and the resentment that they failed my car for inspection in the first place.  Then when I drive away, I promise to feel relieved and nothing else.  I will no longer wonder at what moment my back tires will fall apart, and I’ll know exactly what temperature it is outside.

All of that from one simple phone call.  I do know that it’s ridiculous to hate calling people to make appointments.  I’m not sure what it is about those calls that bothers me–asking people for help, talking to people I don’t know over the phone (which isn’t my favorite medium in the first place), scheduling the free time that I love so much?  I’ll let you know if I find out.  At least for the foreseeable future, all of my grown-up calling needs are up to date and I can ignore that realm for a while.  Avoidance is bliss, much like its stupider relative, ignorance.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Mom says:

    Good Girl!! Call me for an easy and painless (for the human) way to catch a mouse. I was at the farmhouse without my trusty mouse-catcher husband and had to fend for myself.

    1. Yeah, I thought my dog would eat things off the floor, and he doesn’t. I thought he was supposed to come from a long line of mousers, and he couldn’t care less that our house hosts some of those critters. I might have to seriously reconsider his purpose in life. Looking cute? That will have to do until it’s winter and I need a heater in my lap.

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