When my week began Monday I had not planned to move furniture from one room to the next and back and forth for 2 days. Nor did in plan to sweat like ten pigs doing it or waking up dripping with sweat before I got one foot out of bed. But that all happened and more.
On Wednesday I get a call and when I looked at the caller ID I was not looking forward to speaking with the caller. I listened to my landlord saying he was going to send the handyman who I have no clue to what he says because he had a thick accent and now has acquired a new habit of mumbling. The landlord was sending him to do two things, paint the kitchen and the front room and put down carpet in the hall and front room. I was not looking forward to doing more cleaning and moving furniture then I could possibly imagine in doing in 48 hours. Nor did I plan on being sleep deprived and grumpy for two days.
I was told the handyman would paint on Thursday and carpet Friday. All this would start at 8 am Thursday morning. So, on Thursday morning after a restless night of night sweats and walking to the kitchen trying not to trip over things that were moved in almost total darkness my mom comes to my room at 6 am and asks when the handyman was coming. I mumbled 8am with half closed eyes. I pulled the covers over my head and hoped Mr. Sandman would come back. I had no such luck. I laid there for an hour. Covets on, covers off. I decided it was no use. I got out of bed and showered and got dressed. I left the TV hooked up to the cable box until he came. I didn't want to look at the 4 unpainted walls while I was waiting. It was going to be a long wait. Eight o'clock game and went and so did nine o'clock. I called the landlord and an hour later a knock on the door it was the dancing handyman. My brother and nephew took the TV in the other room and I disconnected all the cable wires. I then regretted I didn't have the foresight to put cable in my room. But, I thought bit would give me an opportunity to read this book I had wanted to read for a year.
I sat on my bed and literally read two sentences before I was interrupted. My mom was having soap opera with drawls and wanted to watch a movie. I wanted to read. So my son put on a movie for her. So we munched on chips, soda, and occasionally water and watched the almost 3 hour movie. Two more hours later and two bags of chips later my mom as antsy. I was hot again and grumpy. I checked on his progress. He was on a break.
One movie later and after we were all chipped and soda out it was time for the handyman to pack up for the day. He said what time should he come back the next day. I said 9 am. And held up nine fingers for good measure. He nodded. He returned at 9:40. I as happy. Not bad. He brought his son with him to help and translate. I was more then happy.
Eight hours and more junk food then I had ever ever thought I would eat in eight hours he was done. I was over the moon happy.
I was not happy about moving stuff back and forth and back again. Nor was I happy about the massive amount of junk I had consumed or the hot flashes or the stiff knees and sore arms. But I as over joyed that I was not going to have to move anything until I move out of here for good.
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