Home Improvement?

My plan was to wake early, get everything ready, and head to the store for glue all or a reasonable substitute so I could get back busy on the stucco job.  I have the sunporch and front done and lack only the studio porch to be "free".

I had some other things I needed -cat dish that he can't carry all over the house, paint, something suitable for my standing rolls and rulers in the studio - so I thought I'd just buy a couple quarts of glue from the Supercenter until Lowes got some gallons back in.  After a few minutes of looking for an employee, I learned that they don't carry anything but the little project size of white polymer glue anymore.  "We have contact cement and liquid nails."

As I headed for the car after getting the other items I thought I'd just go home, but I realized I can't do any more stucco until I get the glue.  So I headed to Home Depot the "We can find it; you can help," people.  The helpful guy tried to convince me wood glue was the same thing.  No, it's not.  "I'm sorry, we can't help."

I headed over to Sutherland.  This nice man came right to my aid.  "Well, there's carpenter glue."  Looks like there's a space for glue-all, but no glue.  "This isn't my department.  The paint guy will know.  I don't see him right now.  We have these little bottles."  I need LOTS of glue.  "Well the paint guy is around here somewhere.  He's wearing a red shirt and shorts."  I smiled as sincerely as I could and headed out.

Yeagers is on the way home, so I pulled in.  Low and behold among their tight, cluttered isles is Elmer's Glue All in gallons and beside it sits Elmers Masonry Glue in gallons.  After reading both labels, I decide to stick with what I know and buy 2 gallons of Glue-All, all they had for now.  Squealing "Yea - -"  I hurry to my car. 

I got the car unloaded by 11:30.  I have a class at 3.  I fed the little nameless cat climbing my leg, put away the groceries and scarfed a little food.  It's noon.  I'm beginning to feel cornered, claustrophobic.  By the time I change clothes and make up the muck I might not have enough time to spread it before I must get ready for my class.  I head for the back porch and see the cleaning job I began yesterday in my studio.  Sigh.  I put together the frame I bought to hold the stuff I piled on the tables.  It's close to 1 PM.

I had a plan.  Really I did.  It was not my intention to blow a whole morning.  This is home improvement!?