Friday, May 31, 2013

Trying to Get Back in the Groove

This has been a week where it seemed everything was a bit out of whack. For instance:

We were told to expect delivery of our desk and corner cabinet over the weekend. Well, that didn't happen. It was rescheduled for Wednesday.

Monday was a national holiday (Commonwealth Day), so many of the shops were closed and our water delivery guys -- who said they would probably work that day -- didn't show up.

Tuesday we had a wonderful steady rain for most of the day, which we desperately needed. However, it made all the roads pretty mucky.

Wednesday arrived, but our desk and cabinet didn't. We also hoped to get a status for when our Amazon order would be delivered by Roy & Sons, but didn't hear a peep. Oh, and there was also a power outage from 8:00 AM to 2:00 PM.

Thursday we needed to take the car to the mechanic, so he could replace the thermostat. Seems it was sticking and making the temperature gauge hover precariously close to HOT when idling. Not that we are in many situations where we need to idle the car, but it's not something you want to mess with, especially here. It's not like you can call AAA for a tow, and even if there was something like AAA, depending on where you might break down, there could be no cell phone service. On the high side, the car was repaired and returned the same day and our water delivery guys showed up. On the down side, we discovered there's a leak in the kitchen ceiling, right where the attic fan was installed.

And here we are on Friday. Today we need to make a trip to the Immigration Office to get our monthly stamp, run some errands, then while I knock out pizza dough, corn muffins, and some sort of snack for this afternoon's Happy Hour, David will probably go up on the roof to recaulk the area around the attic fan.

But in spite of the weirdness of the week, and because my Pollyanna tendencies won't be denied, hope springs eternal that we will receive word about our desk, cabinet, and Amazon deliveries and things will get back to their normal routine.

1 comment:

  1. Poor baby. Sounds like all of your Paradise taxes came due at once. Sure hope you will let us buy you a beer at Happy Hour.