Wednesday Woes.

Good morning!

Good morning! Have you any news?!

I do, but I have been advised that I am not 
at liberty to share it....until next week.

Hmmm....well then.  
Any less "prickly" topics we can discuss?

YES.

Let's talk about getting new windows.  

In Minnesota.  

The first week of March.

Go ahead and ask why.

Why would she be so dumb?

I can tell you that I did not exactly arrive at this moment by choice.  We started the process last August.  It seemed like an okay idea, because we were assured the windows would be in before October.   Missed that deadline, and missed it big. Then I had to talk hard and fast to get them to wait until March.  First they were pushing for December...then January...then February.  So that's how we got here.  The fine art of compromise. Because the window folks thought they'd be great for Christmas, and I would have been much happier with June.

As I type, an entire wall of my family room is missing.  Also one in my master bedroom.  And one in the kitchen is going to come out next . . .

Brrrr.  Plain and simple. 

(Day 2, and we're about halfway)

Cooper has also had enough fun.  

He has not specifically complained about the cold,
but he'd like his kingdom back . . .

 

As would I.














My husband went to San Francisco for the week to work (eat fine Chinese food?), leaving me to be the foreman of this event.  Although he felt terribly guilty about it . . .

Mmm-Hmmm.

Let's just say we've been down this road before --

There have been 30 years of suspiciously-timed business trips, actually. And I'm not the first woman in the family to be in this position.  There's the unforgettable childhood moment when my mother called my father in a panic because the basement had flooded, and he said, "What do you want me to do about it from BOSTON?!" (He has since regretted that statement, btw.  About a million times.)

And going back further, I've heard reports that once my distraught grandmother was actually clinging to my grandfather's leg as he dragged her across the kitchen floor toward the door, saying,  "Got a busload of people waiting!  Gotta go!"

It's okay. I'm not bitter.  A little cold, but not bitter.  Okay, -- furious, numb with cold, crazed by the continual buzzing and pounding...but not bitter.

And he will make it up to me. 

(I may be getting new windows 
in the winter in MN, but I'm not stupid.)