The bad day actually began Wednesday night. The ATM at the grocery store was out of order. (I live in a town so small that when I refer to "the ATM at the grocery store," there is only one location to which I could be referring.) That required us to drive to the ATM at the bank, which would not have been a problem except that we had ten minutes until my son's golf banquet began, and we needed to get cash, buy a card, get a gift certificate and get to the banquet because it was discovered that no one had gotten the coach a card and a gift, and it somehow became our responsibility to correct this oversight.
It didn't seem like that big a deal. Things happen. In the middle of the night, one of the cats jumped up on a shelf she has never jumped up on and knocked off a sugar bowl. Annoying, but it could have been worse. Thursday morning, with the kids out the door to their finals and my husband off to work, I started on my to-do list. Just as I was about to put in a load of laundry, the power went out. It would be hours before it was back on, the power company said.
The push mower wouldn't start. My son called to let me know his final was over and it was time to pick him up. I had not accomplished a single thing in the two hours he had been gone. When I started the car, the low-fuel light came on. I drove to the gas station. Every pump was out of order. Instead of buying gas at the bargain price of $4.12 a gallon, I had to drive across town, praying I didn't run out of gas, to the only other gas station in town, the Mobil station where gas is $4.36 a gallon. Because I was very cranky in general, and specifically about forking over even a penny to Mobil, I got $6 worth of gas. It took two-tenths of a second to pump that amount.
Because we had no power, and frankly nothing very interesting to eat, I offered to grill something for lunch. Naturally, the grill was out of propane. Absolutely nothing in our town was working. Apparently aliens had landed and somehow knocked out the power grid, sucked the cash out of the ATMs, drained the fuel supply and perhaps stolen the batteries from my lawn mower to power their spaceship. That was the most logical explanation I could find for all of these random failures.
And so I went outside and weeded, because as long as you're frustrated and in a bad mood, you might as pull some weeds while you're at it. I weeded for hours. I found some sunflowers sprouting in the herb bed...
the first spears of asparagus poking through in the bed we started this spring ...
and a little jungle of snapdragons that sprouted from the ones I planted last year.
I worked in the gardens a good two or three hours. They looked pretty good by the time I was done. My spirits were pretty good, too. A bad day that ends in the garden isn't that bad a day at all.