Sunday morning and again, no church. Julio is here to clean up the back yard because he could not come yesterday as promised.
It's the first morning of Daylight Saving Time and church started nearly two hours ago. There were, I'm sure, a few bleary eyed folk wandering about after the service, wondering what happened when they came an hour late. I'd decided to avoid all the hassle even before Julio offered to make up his time today. AND, there's a Run in the Park, and when there are runs, there is no parking for St Paul's people at the early service...we have to go round and round looking for a spot and that spot is sometimes further away than my eighty-two year old legs want to go. Better not to go to church today, then. Too bad.
Now, Julio wants to come back next week to finish his work. Theodore is seething. I am staying out of it....(Interval with elevator music.)...I couldn't stay out of it, I had to go into my treasure box to pay him for today as Theo's pants with his billfold had gone missing. Gosh, it's hard to know what labor is worth. Theo is always making these oral agreements with these guys, and the guys remember it differently from him, and he often can't remember it exactly himself. I suggested that it be written on a paper (the agreement) and then it would not be such a problem several days later when the work gets done and payment has to be forthcoming. Also, people do take advantage of the elderly, I am sorry to say. They do.
We have been left in the lurch by the kitchen folk. In desperation (since we have now packed nearly everything away and are almost dysfunctional) we have accepted Sears's offer to come and make us an estimate. Even that obligingness and eagerness on their part cooled off once we accepted a visit with an estimate forthcoming, which will happen tomorrow. They got business-like and condescending. Am I getting paranoid? Well, we'll see. Who knows what will happen within the next week or two? We do not know. YAZZYBEL
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