The week
When I woke up on Monday morning of this week my plan was to do some grocery shopping, perhaps a short trip to the marina to see the ducks with my son and as much relaxing as I could possibly fit in this week.
Of course, that did not happen. The landlord called on Wednesday and said he was sending the handyman I can't understand too well to put in new carpet and paint. I thought to myself just wonderful. There went my duck watching plans and my relaxation turned into more cleaning then I had the inclination to ever want to do. And moving furniture was not on my to do list either. I was grumpy and sleep deprived for the rest of the week.
After I spent the entire night before until I was dripping with sweat and tired enough not to want to think moving stuff out of the kitchen and away from the walls and preparing for an early morning wake up call since the handyman was supposed to come at 8 am. I didn't believe it but gave him the benefit of the doubt.
My mom woke me up at 6 am asking when he was domino. I mumbled 8 with half opened eyes. I pulled the covers over my head in hopes Mr. Sandman would find me again. I had no such luck. Try as I may it wasn't happening. I laid there until 7 and drug myself out of bed and showered and got dressed. I needed a strong cup of caffeine if I was going bto make it through the day. I decided I didn't want to move the television out of the living room until he got here. I didn't want to sit completely bored looking at non painted four walls waiting. And the wait was long. Eight o'clock came and went. And so did nine o'clock. I called the landlord. An hour later, two hours late there he was knocking on the door.
I unhooked all the cable hook ups and my brother and nephew moved the TV. I was sad I didn't have the foresight to have a cable connection in my room. So, I thought I could catch up on a good book I had been meaning to read last year. I sat on the edge of the bed and read two sentences. That's as far as I got. My mom was bored out of her mind and going through soap opera withdrawals decided she wanted to watch a movie. My brother gave her one and my son played it on his Xbox. And so we all sat in a too small bedroom watching the movie and munching on chips and washing it down with cans of coke and sprite and an occassional glass of water in plastic cups.
Around 4 pm everyone had their fill of chips, soda, water and movies. My mom sugessted to ask him how much longer he was going to be. I tried and couldn't understand what he was saying but I barely understood and I guessed around 20 more minutes. So, in ten minutes he said he'd be back tomorrow to finish. I told him 9 was good and held up nine fingers for show. He nodded and showed up the next day at 9:40. Not bad. He had his son with him to help with work and translation. I was happy.
So, 8 hours later and another day of junk food for lunch and moving stuff from here to there and there to here and back again and a couple translations he was done and I was glad to get my too small for 5 apartment back. Not too happy about moving stuff back and forth again. But the pure joy of knowing I would not have to move again until I move out for good.
Of course, that did not happen. The landlord called on Wednesday and said he was sending the handyman I can't understand too well to put in new carpet and paint. I thought to myself just wonderful. There went my duck watching plans and my relaxation turned into more cleaning then I had the inclination to ever want to do. And moving furniture was not on my to do list either. I was grumpy and sleep deprived for the rest of the week.
After I spent the entire night before until I was dripping with sweat and tired enough not to want to think moving stuff out of the kitchen and away from the walls and preparing for an early morning wake up call since the handyman was supposed to come at 8 am. I didn't believe it but gave him the benefit of the doubt.
My mom woke me up at 6 am asking when he was domino. I mumbled 8 with half opened eyes. I pulled the covers over my head in hopes Mr. Sandman would find me again. I had no such luck. Try as I may it wasn't happening. I laid there until 7 and drug myself out of bed and showered and got dressed. I needed a strong cup of caffeine if I was going bto make it through the day. I decided I didn't want to move the television out of the living room until he got here. I didn't want to sit completely bored looking at non painted four walls waiting. And the wait was long. Eight o'clock came and went. And so did nine o'clock. I called the landlord. An hour later, two hours late there he was knocking on the door.
I unhooked all the cable hook ups and my brother and nephew moved the TV. I was sad I didn't have the foresight to have a cable connection in my room. So, I thought I could catch up on a good book I had been meaning to read last year. I sat on the edge of the bed and read two sentences. That's as far as I got. My mom was bored out of her mind and going through soap opera withdrawals decided she wanted to watch a movie. My brother gave her one and my son played it on his Xbox. And so we all sat in a too small bedroom watching the movie and munching on chips and washing it down with cans of coke and sprite and an occassional glass of water in plastic cups.
Around 4 pm everyone had their fill of chips, soda, water and movies. My mom sugessted to ask him how much longer he was going to be. I tried and couldn't understand what he was saying but I barely understood and I guessed around 20 more minutes. So, in ten minutes he said he'd be back tomorrow to finish. I told him 9 was good and held up nine fingers for show. He nodded and showed up the next day at 9:40. Not bad. He had his son with him to help with work and translation. I was happy.
So, 8 hours later and another day of junk food for lunch and moving stuff from here to there and there to here and back again and a couple translations he was done and I was glad to get my too small for 5 apartment back. Not too happy about moving stuff back and forth again. But the pure joy of knowing I would not have to move again until I move out for good.
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