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offcntrI spent the rest of Monday sorting pots, restocking the Market boxes, and adding a few just for Anacortes: extra plates, bowls, tall mugs; boxes with pastas/bakers/pie plates and casserole/batter bowls, and one just full of extra crab and octopus pots. I also pulled out the display hardware I need to swap out. With a ten-by-ten booth, I can put in a larger bench and shelves, put out a few more things.
Meanwhile, I'm wondering if I should be looking at van rentals.
I mean, Ron thought he knew where the problem was--apparently, Astros are notorious for arcing where the cables cross over the distributor cap, it's a known design flaw. He also knew I needed to drive up to Washington on Wednesday, and promised to bump me up the queue a little. But what if he can't fix it?
Yeah, I'm always a little anxious right before shows.
This morning, I still hadn't heard anything. Today I'm doing all the little jobs: empty the dishwasher, clean up the kitchen, bake quiche crust for supper and cookies for the trip (and a few for the cat sitter). Fold the laundry, set out the table covers to go in the van. If the van gets done. Take Denise to physical therapy. Run down to the bank, the pharmacy, pick up some trip food. Sweep the floor, empty the litter boxes, worry about the van.
It's a circle.
I finally share my worries with Denise around 11 am. Why don't you call them? she sensibly asks. (Because I'm a middle kid, full of Catholic guilt, who never wants to be a bother to anyone.) But I do call.
I get the receptionist, who says she'll get one of the guys, and puts me on hold.
Wouldn't you know it? Hall of the Mountain King, though a rather better recording.
On about the second repeat, Ron comes on. It's running, he replaced the throttle body and plenum and several other things I don't understand. Take about an hour to get it back together. I offer to pick it up after Denise's PT this afternoon.
And finally, I can breathe again.
Meanwhile, I'm wondering if I should be looking at van rentals.
I mean, Ron thought he knew where the problem was--apparently, Astros are notorious for arcing where the cables cross over the distributor cap, it's a known design flaw. He also knew I needed to drive up to Washington on Wednesday, and promised to bump me up the queue a little. But what if he can't fix it?
Yeah, I'm always a little anxious right before shows.
This morning, I still hadn't heard anything. Today I'm doing all the little jobs: empty the dishwasher, clean up the kitchen, bake quiche crust for supper and cookies for the trip (and a few for the cat sitter). Fold the laundry, set out the table covers to go in the van. If the van gets done. Take Denise to physical therapy. Run down to the bank, the pharmacy, pick up some trip food. Sweep the floor, empty the litter boxes, worry about the van.
It's a circle.
I finally share my worries with Denise around 11 am. Why don't you call them? she sensibly asks. (Because I'm a middle kid, full of Catholic guilt, who never wants to be a bother to anyone.) But I do call.
I get the receptionist, who says she'll get one of the guys, and puts me on hold.
Wouldn't you know it? Hall of the Mountain King, though a rather better recording.
On about the second repeat, Ron comes on. It's running, he replaced the throttle body and plenum and several other things I don't understand. Take about an hour to get it back together. I offer to pick it up after Denise's PT this afternoon.
And finally, I can breathe again.
stress kitten meow meow
Date: 2022-08-02 08:02 pm (UTC)Don't think U-Haul vans are probably $19.95 a day anymore.
Re: stress kitten meow meow
Date: 2022-08-03 02:37 am (UTC)