Crazy Monday

Okay, let's review Monday.

We had a big day. This was the plan.

Cash paycheck.
Drop my truck at the New Stanton Cracker Barrel.
Drive to Whitehall (our church's state offices).
Drop off Janelle for her 10:30 meeting.
Drive Ben to Cooperstown (40 minutes) to spend a couple hours with his girlfriend.
Get back to Whitehall for my 12:30 meeting.
Janelle would pick up Ben at 1:20.
Janelle would then pick me up at 2:00 (whether my meeting was done or not).
Pick up my truck at Cracker Barrel.
Janelle drives Ben home.
I go to my golf league.
Janelle meets up with her car pool for Sweet Adelines.
Jim Jacquillard starts the movie for my VBS class.
I sneak in after golfing one of the best rounds of my life! and guide the after-movie discussion.

Sounds simple enough, right?

I was at the bank window at 8:00 a.m.. Unfortunately the bank doesn't open (I found out) until 8:30. Waiting would put us at Janelle's meeting late, so, we decided on plan B and I headed back home to load my golf clubs in Janelle's PT Cruiser. Janelle has her bike rack on her hatchback, and the extra weight was just enough to bring the hatch crashing down on my skull. It rattled my teeth and left me with a lump.

We dropped my truck at Cracker Barrel and headed for Whitehall. We dropped Janelle off a couple minutes early and headed for Cooperstown. Janelle told me she'd seen a PNC Bank in Franklin (right on our way to Cooperstown), so we planned to cash my check there. What do we find? Three (count'em three!) National City Banks and not a single PNC Bank. A teller in one of the three National City branches told me the nearest PNC Bank was in Titusville.

I dropped Ben at his girlfriend's, and headed for Titusville (18 miles beyond Cooperstown by a most circuitous route). Got to the bank, made my deposit and got a little cash for the day and headed back to Cooperstown to slip Ben some lunch money. Left Cooperstown at 12:35 to make the 40-minute drive to my 12:30 meeting (can you do the math?). About 12:40 my phone rings and it's Janelle telling me my meeting has been postponed for a week. Everyone claims they'd sent me an email, but I never got it.

We decided the best thing then would be for me to hang out and pick Ben up at the appointed time. I slipped into Franklin and got some lunch, and then went back to get Ben. Goodbyes meant we couldn't leave until 1:30, after which we rushed to Whitehall and got Janelle and headed for home.

By this time, it was apparent Janelle wouldn't have time to take Ben home before she met her carpool. It was also looking like I was going to be later than I planned to my golf league, which would also make me even later to VBS. We decided Janelle could just drop me and Ben at my truck; she could go on to Sweet Adelines, and I would forego golfing (a painful sacrifice).

That's what we did. Janelle got where she needed to go, and I took care of my VBS responsibilities. I just didn't get to golf. I figured it up, and I spent approximately 8 hours in the car just driving. What do I have to show for it? My meeting was cancelled and I missed my golf league. I could have stayed home. By the time VBS was over with, I was so tired I just fell into bed.

Oh, well; that's life.

Today is Tuesday, and it's going to be pretty much the same.