EMBARRASSED

Yesterday my garage door broke...again.  The big spring at the top sprung apart.  Seriously, I am beginning to think I should have rented.  But to get a house this size it would have cost me about four grand a month here in Kamloops.  People in the lower mainland think they have it bad.  Not only is our rent here outrageous (and there is nothing available anyway) but our property taxes are completely outrageous.  So renting wouldn't have worked out anyway.  But constant little things going wrong is really annoying.  First it was the broken drain pipe that flooded the basement, then it was the fireplace downstairs, then it was the electrical for the outside, then it was the garage door, and now its the garage door again.  

Now, for the reason this post is called embarrassed.  I called the garage door people early this morning.  They told me that they would come out this afternoon and their technician would call first.  Today is hair washing day so I figured I better get at it so I can be all dressed and coifed before they come.

The first in this step is to brush out my curly locks, which of course makes me look like a homeless freak off the street.  I did that.  Then I put on my size five (huge huge huge...) polka dotted duster housecoat.  As I was about to hop into the shower, the doorbell rings.  WTF???!!!  I had no choice but to answer the door...horrible hair, huge hanging housecoat and no teeth.  And, of course, there stood a fairly good looking older man, all set to do the garage door!!!  JEEZ!!!  I was honestly embarrassed!  I apologized for my awful appearance, mentioned the fact that I didn't expect him until this afternoon and brought him through my smelly (thank you very much Willie) house out to the garage.  'sigh'  And now I can't go shower etc...just in case he needs me.  Oh well, No Pride Nellie...thats me.

Well, today is dining room day.  I asked Monte to get me a couple of large rubbermaids.  I can't do the dining room until I have something to pack the xmas stuff away in.  And, there is no way I can put two giant rubbermaids into my jeep.  I finally got them late last night.  So today is finish the room day.  Its such a pretty room when there is nothing in there.

Later on today Monte has a psychiatrist appointment.  And apparently they want me to attend with him.  Hopefully this is the day they finally take him off the last antipsychotic drug.  He will always be on lithium but they can take him off the other stuff.  And then he will keep losing weight.  I think it will be interesting.  I know they think he is pretty manic...he gets very intense and talky, which they interpret as manic. Little do they know that from the age of three, that is exactly what he has always been like.  He isn't really manic, he is just talky and intense.  I am looking forward to it though.  We will see.

I got the oddest and wacky text from a phone number that wasn't in my phonedress.  So I had no clue who it was from.  After doing a little sleuthing I figured out that it was my handyman, Sue.  She is awesome.  And she wants me to make a list!!!  Oh yeah!!!  Two light fixtures, hang a tv, hook the water up to the fridge, make a baby gate, hang two mirrors.  Thats about it.  So come Feb. 1st some things will be done around here!  I guess this is when I am glad I own this place.  Oh, and I am going to get her to measure up my purple room bathroom for painting and wall paper.  I used to wall paper all the time.  Now I am sure Monte, a very tall Monte, will help me out!

Well I gotta bounce.  The guy is finished out there in the garage and I can go wash my hair!  TTYL