Where Did Yesterday Afternoon Go?

Yesterday afternoon was, pretty much, My Ideal Day: Overcast with temperatures just above 60.  It could have been a tad grayer, but I really can't complain.  It's Memorial Weekend, The Unofficial Start To Summer.  It should not be mostly cloudy and that lukewarm in late May.  It's basically stealing the kind of weather I love; I shouldn't act like a socialist and nitpick over every single thing that I want and don't get.

But I didn't enjoy yesterday as much as I should have.  Why?  Well, let's break it down by time:

• 9:30-10-ish: I woke up and lolly-gagged it.  This was supposed to be my last time "working" Sundays at work, but when I actually had to go to work, I had to get to work by 10, which usually meant waking up at 9.  I gave myself a half-hour extra because it was Memorial Weekend.  I really should have woken up, and left, earlier.
• 10-ish-11-ish (?): I wish I had a better handle on time.  Anyway, I went to Glam Doll for a donut.  On weekends there is a line, and so I waited for a bit.  I then went to Bogart's, not too far away, to do the donut two-fer, but the skies opened up and it began raining.  It was drizzling off-and-on all morning, and I was hoping that it would relent so I could exercise at Lakewood, but far from it.  I didn't want to eat my Glam Doll in my car then, but I wanted to wait out the rain, hoping it was just a squall, and so I did eat it.  And then I remembered that Bogart's is only accepting cards, and yesterday was a cash day only.  My best laid plans were ruined because of my principles.  So I just drove to Lakewood.
• 11-ish-12:15 (?): My plan was to visit Grandmother, take a walk to the mausoleum where my uncle is, walk back to say goodbye to my Grandmother, then leave.  But I'll be goddamned, right where I was parking, there was the huge old car with its front bumper halfway torn off.  And I don't know about you, but when there's a dumpy-ass car that somehow is at the cemetery, and it's still running, and (turns out) the driver's still there, I don't feel safe just leaving my car parked there while I walk around the grounds.  That driver probably isn't there to visit their late loved ones.  So my plans were blown up; I did not blow up my plans, my plans were blown up.  I started up my car and drove it to the mausoleum where, of course, there was a visitation group mourning the internment of their late loved one.  And they were Asian, too, so now I'm scared that one of them knows my parents and recognized me.  Shit.  I drove back to my Grandmother's plot just in case that dude left, and not only did he not leave, another car drove up behind them, and the people in both cars were standing around.  Well, I have said goodbye to Grandmother many times before, I'll do so again in the near future.  Hopefully.  Cutting short ... er, having my time at Lakewood cut short should have gotten me back on schedule, but I started way too late, especially considering what I still wanted to do:
• 12:15 (?)-1:42: Went to the Mall Of America because I wanted to go to Hooters because I had a coupon I wanted to use.  I was determined to go there, plain and simple.  But there were a lot of people there, the waitress was busy, she seemed a bit uninterested in providing customer service, and I stayed to eat 20 boneless wings for more than an hour.  And I was really bummed because ...
• 1:42-2:13: ... I set up an arrangement where I was going to get a massage from ******a.  But it was for 1:30.  I thought she was cool if I were late, because we often let the times of our sessions slide, and she was this time around.  But it was 45 minutes later than we initially scheduled, and ...
• 2:13-3-ish: ... when I got there, ******a said that she had to cut our session in half because, according to her, she had something else to do around 3.  Great.  It was my fault, though, and so I have to remember not to stack things up so tightly next time.  Or, maybe I can be late for my next session and she'd be totally cool because she wouldn't have anything planned afterward.  Who knows?  And, oh, beyond all that, I haven't been able to enjoy walking underneath the cloudy sky.
• 3-ish-just before 4: I should have been home after ******a's, and being at her place only half as long as anticipated helped getting home "on time" helped a lot.  But dammit, I was going to enjoy the cloudy sky.  So, after getting gasoline for my car, even though it isn't a trail, I went to the park I usually go to to walk and I walked -- from the entrance, past the ball fields, to the gazebo, and back again.  And even though it was short and by no means is it a trail at all, I did my best to stop asking myself, "I've been up for six hours -- how in the hell have I not been able to enjoy this beautiful weather?" to walk, look up, smile, and breathe.

What we got yesterday probably won't happen until September at the earliest.  Next weekend we're expecting temperatures to reach 90, for crissake.  I wish I had more time outside yesterday, but it was raining, some dude probably was going to ram my car while I was out walking, and I had a lot of plans indoors, some of which I was late in getting to.  But at least I had, like 20 minutes, so (shrug)