Futility

The dress I bought for the wedding could use some slight alterations.  When I sat down to tackle that, it didn't work out as planned.  And I couldn't put the dress back as it had been before, because the sewing-machine needle had put some snags in the fabric.  Wasted money; wasted time.

Twice last week I tried renting a tiller.  It didn't work.  The first time I didn't even get it home and had to change plans for the day.  The second time, I brought it home, tilled about 6', and then it stopped and refused to restart.  Therefore, everything that's been done in the garden has been done with a hand spade.  Suffice it to say, the work is not yet done.  And there was lots of unnecessary running back and forth to town.

Very little of what I've planted in the garden has germinated.  One batch of greens and herbs was planted 10 days ago, the other batch four weeks ago.  Several heads of romaine have gotten to be 2" tall.  That's it.  Nothing else.  Wasted time.

Maggie and I spent hours on the phone and filling out paperwork to apply for SSI for her so that she would have health insurance.  The money wasn't important, but the insurance is.  Her claim was denied.  Now we have to figure out some other avenue of taking care of her special needs.  Wasted time; loss of money; need for lawyers to help with guardianship issues and dependency.

In the space of 24 hours, there were three whammies, saying, "Why do you even bother to TRY?"