Things have been coming together— I set a plan in motion like a month ago, where I took a big task and broke it down. One weekend, I painted a room that needed painting, and rearranged it. The next, I recovered a bench I use as a coffee table, planted some flowering plants and cleaned the windows. Last weekend, I dusted and deep-cleaned bathrooms and worked on the yard. This weekend, I finally, finally, finally got the screens replaced, shampooed the carpets and upholstery, mopped and more yardwork. We’ve got guests arriving tomorrow, and it’s all been building up to this.
Can I just say that the screen saga has now been going on a full three weeks? Four weeks if you count the estimate. I just had to call the guy again and let him know that this will need to wrap up by Monday. So crazy to me that a business owner could be this unreliable. He told me 2-3 days turnaround time, a month ago. He’s now told me that things are really busy and he had work out of town and two family funerals and I get it, I do, but at this point, his time management is rivaled only by his communication skills for degree of abysmal. And I have no idea what kind of job he’s done on the screens. He told me last week he’d be out of town until late Monday, but that the screens were done and on his truck (I kind of doubt this, because it took a lot of explaining to remind him of “which one [I was]”) and he’d get them to me as a priority.
I want to get screens repaired before we have houseguests. It’s been a contentious repair, between Mom and me, because she wants me to do it and I absolutely refuse to do it and insist that we pay someone to come to our house and do it for us. But with her family coming to visit, I’ve got the leverage I need to get ‘er done, after two years.
I usually don’t say the hardest things. This isn’t news to anyone who’s been reading this more than a hot minute. I censor myself.
I forget if I shared that, in the middle of a not-unusual late April blizzard, I got a missive from my HOA, threatening to fine me if I didn’t do something with the xeriscaped portion of my lawn. We’ll set aside for a moment that I actually already had planted decorative grass in the area (it mostly died— see “blizzard,” above, and that wasn’t the last blizzard or hard freeze of the season.) And hand-aerated, and weeded, seeded and fertilized, and mowed a couple of times, and cleared out the bed. My lawn, while not the most spectacular on the block, was far from the worst.
My mother has a way with fractions. Makes me crazy. She’ll empty 1/8 or 3/4 of the dishwasher, but I can’t think of a single time she’s ever emptied the entire dishwasher. She’ll eat a fraction of something, leaving a spoonful or two in the container. And then eat another fraction of that. It seems like, with many things, she’d never ever get to the end of a thing, because she could always split it into a smaller fraction. Our cupboards constantly have bags with three pretzels in them. My female cat does this too— she’s not ever going to clean out her whole dish, but she’ll complain when it’s emptier than she’d like.