cosina
"I think being a woman is like being Irish." — Iris Murdoch
I stayed home for this?
I took a vacation day today so I could take care of some stuff at home before N&E get back. I've been working in 20-minute stints, switching tasks every time the timer goes off. I find this way I get more done; I'm more aware of time passing, don't get bogged down in the details of one task.
Anyway, I made great progress on Emma's room and sorting my papers and the laundry... At one point I disconnected the bedroom phone. It's the second handset for our wireless home phone. The thing is, every night around midnight, the phone company sends a test signal down the line that makes the phone ring a little. It's normal, but on most phones it doesn't cause the ring. (It took me a while to find this out.)
So the handset was lying on the floor near a bunch of other techy stuff, and I was just asking myself do we need the second handset at all? when amazingly, it rang. For the first time that day. Caller ID didn't tell me who it was. I recognized the exchange; it told me what state the person was calling from, so I answered.
Jeez! It turned out to be this crazy almost-ex-client of Nelson's. I've met him a couple of times, and he claims that I look like his daughter (who I doubt even exists), and he uses this as the pretext for claiming we have some sort of connection.
So he explains that he has this beef with Nelson. Honestly I don't know anything about it. I remember Nelson swearing about it and wishing it was over, but there is a little piece of unfinished business... I don't know why Nelson hasn't just done it so he can close the book with this guy.
I ended up promising to call N and find out what the story is, and call back. If I can, I will do the last bit to get this over with. It could be messy and awkward, but hey -- if it's not your job, it's easier to do.
THEN, I'm soaked in perspiration and not wearing any pants (it's so hot) when I hear tap-tap-tap on the door. It's my upstairs neighbor. He says, "They're towing your car!" So I do the famous dance of trying to pull on a pair of pants while running. I almost tear out of the house without my keys, but remember just before the door slams. Then I drove around for a half hour trying to find a parking spot. It's street cleaning, so one side of every street is off limits.
The funny thing is, I had checked specifically, but idiot! I looked at next week -- it's the first and third Thursday of each month. I said to myself, the 23rd is not the third Thursday, so I'm safe. Too bad today's the 16th.
I got a six of Heineken for the guy. He saved me from going to this awful car impound under the highway and paying all those fees!
Good thing I was home.
Right?
Anyway, I made great progress on Emma's room and sorting my papers and the laundry... At one point I disconnected the bedroom phone. It's the second handset for our wireless home phone. The thing is, every night around midnight, the phone company sends a test signal down the line that makes the phone ring a little. It's normal, but on most phones it doesn't cause the ring. (It took me a while to find this out.)
So the handset was lying on the floor near a bunch of other techy stuff, and I was just asking myself do we need the second handset at all? when amazingly, it rang. For the first time that day. Caller ID didn't tell me who it was. I recognized the exchange; it told me what state the person was calling from, so I answered.
Jeez! It turned out to be this crazy almost-ex-client of Nelson's. I've met him a couple of times, and he claims that I look like his daughter (who I doubt even exists), and he uses this as the pretext for claiming we have some sort of connection.
So he explains that he has this beef with Nelson. Honestly I don't know anything about it. I remember Nelson swearing about it and wishing it was over, but there is a little piece of unfinished business... I don't know why Nelson hasn't just done it so he can close the book with this guy.
I ended up promising to call N and find out what the story is, and call back. If I can, I will do the last bit to get this over with. It could be messy and awkward, but hey -- if it's not your job, it's easier to do.
THEN, I'm soaked in perspiration and not wearing any pants (it's so hot) when I hear tap-tap-tap on the door. It's my upstairs neighbor. He says, "They're towing your car!" So I do the famous dance of trying to pull on a pair of pants while running. I almost tear out of the house without my keys, but remember just before the door slams. Then I drove around for a half hour trying to find a parking spot. It's street cleaning, so one side of every street is off limits.
The funny thing is, I had checked specifically, but idiot! I looked at next week -- it's the first and third Thursday of each month. I said to myself, the 23rd is not the third Thursday, so I'm safe. Too bad today's the 16th.
I got a six of Heineken for the guy. He saved me from going to this awful car impound under the highway and paying all those fees!
Good thing I was home.
Right?
