Saturday, May 25, 2013
Little things 2
I found my button. It was right in the middle of the walkway where I had looked two dozen times. Having bounced and scooted around for thirty-six hours, it was ready to be back home on its pants.
Little things
A series of little things tried to dampen the mood of the three day weekend, without success. One can only laugh when they pile up this this.
Yesterday morning as I left for work, I decided to run back into the house for an extra book to read during the AP Physics C exam. As I stepped onto the front walk way, I heard the "ping" of a metal button popping off of my pants and hitting the walkway. I looked all over my pants, couldn't see a missing button, looked all over the walkway and into the mulch, couldn't see a button lying there. It's basically mulch colored so well camouflaged. So I went to work and looked again when I came home. Only then did I find the back pocket flap was missing a button.
My husband was getting ready to leave on a two week trip. The new all weather floor mats I ordered for him arrived a day early, but when he opened the box around 4pm they did not fit at all. The company had sent the wrong size. I called them at 4:30 and they shipped the right size and arranged the wrong size to be picked up next week before they left for the day.
Around 5pm the kitchen sink faucet handle broke off. My husband had repaired the inner workings of the faucet a couple of years ago, and the repair held well until yesterday, when it began to be difficult to shut off, and then the pin that holds the handle gave way. My husband got the water to stop running and we salvaged what we could of our plans to have a relaxing evening together by going out for dinner.
This morning I finally convinced my husband that I wanted to have a plumber replace the faucet and for him to start driving as he had originally planned before all the things that didn't fit and broke played their parts. The plumber answered the phone at 7:20, we bought a faucet at 8, and he arrived to begin repairs at 8:40. He dealt with a little setback under the sink (shut off valve was an odd arrangement, so he fixed that as well) and I was writing him a check at 10.
I'm going out to look for my button again. The way the other little things turned around, it just might be there this time.
The big thing is for my husband to have a safe drive to Kentucky.
Yesterday morning as I left for work, I decided to run back into the house for an extra book to read during the AP Physics C exam. As I stepped onto the front walk way, I heard the "ping" of a metal button popping off of my pants and hitting the walkway. I looked all over my pants, couldn't see a missing button, looked all over the walkway and into the mulch, couldn't see a button lying there. It's basically mulch colored so well camouflaged. So I went to work and looked again when I came home. Only then did I find the back pocket flap was missing a button.
My husband was getting ready to leave on a two week trip. The new all weather floor mats I ordered for him arrived a day early, but when he opened the box around 4pm they did not fit at all. The company had sent the wrong size. I called them at 4:30 and they shipped the right size and arranged the wrong size to be picked up next week before they left for the day.
Around 5pm the kitchen sink faucet handle broke off. My husband had repaired the inner workings of the faucet a couple of years ago, and the repair held well until yesterday, when it began to be difficult to shut off, and then the pin that holds the handle gave way. My husband got the water to stop running and we salvaged what we could of our plans to have a relaxing evening together by going out for dinner.
This morning I finally convinced my husband that I wanted to have a plumber replace the faucet and for him to start driving as he had originally planned before all the things that didn't fit and broke played their parts. The plumber answered the phone at 7:20, we bought a faucet at 8, and he arrived to begin repairs at 8:40. He dealt with a little setback under the sink (shut off valve was an odd arrangement, so he fixed that as well) and I was writing him a check at 10.
I'm going out to look for my button again. The way the other little things turned around, it just might be there this time.
The big thing is for my husband to have a safe drive to Kentucky.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Smart girl
This morning my cat Rosie showed her astute understanding of human behavior twice. She tilted her head helpfully for me to apply gel to her left ear, while I absent-mindedly tried to apply it to her right ear. She firmly held her head with the left ear forward and I finally figured it out. Left at light, right at night.
After I fed her breakfast and had my own, I had to run errands--not my usual Saturday morning routine. As I grabbed my wallet, I saw that Rosie had positioned herself next to the laptop, ready for a morning of watching the NYU hawk cam together (well, me watching and her squeezed in to a space behind the laptop slightly too small for her).
Smart girl.
After I fed her breakfast and had my own, I had to run errands--not my usual Saturday morning routine. As I grabbed my wallet, I saw that Rosie had positioned herself next to the laptop, ready for a morning of watching the NYU hawk cam together (well, me watching and her squeezed in to a space behind the laptop slightly too small for her).
Smart girl.
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