More to the point, soon we will have another nuisance workman here.
Two of them are slated to show up. Neither has surfaced yet.
To add to the aggravation, my pore ole’ son is coming over to supervise at least one of these worthies. (Meaning, in the Department of Aggravation, that he has to drop his paying work and traipse over to my house, whereinat to waste half the afternoon.)
Arrrrghhhh! STOP THE WORLD! I WANNA GET OFF!!
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Further to the point, y’know…apartment living is beginning to look ominously good.
True, I was never fond of dwelling in rabbit warrens. But…at least the rabbit-warren owner had to deal with all the fixits and the upgrades and the endless episodes of BS.
Today we have a plumber and an air-conditioning guy on the menu. I can hardly wait.
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Weirdly, the thought did enter my mind — where it came from, I know not — that maybe I would rather be renting, so that a landlord or an apartment-house manager would be running interference with the endless flow of workmen.
LOL! In the Department of Weird…
How d’you like the sign I just posted on the front door?
NO SOLICITING OR PETITIONS!
Occupant is ill and will not buy from you or sign your papers.
Please do not ring the doorbell.
Please go away quietly.
We’ll see how well that (doesn’t…) work.
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Ugh!!!!! We get people here EVERY DAY jangling the doorbell, hustling this scam and that scam. Or pushing this politician or that politician. Or trying to get you to sign this petition or that petition.
Hmmmm….. I seem to have dorked up the formatting for this post. Let’s wrap it up, attempt to post it, and see what happens next…..