Showing posts with label Issues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Issues. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Days Like These

Facts:  Song is out of town.  We scheduled the furnace to be replaced this week.

Presumptions:  The furnace company was supposed to come on Tuesday and replace the furnace and ducts in one day, starting at 8 a.m. and finishing at approximately 2 p.m.

Reality:

  • It takes two full days.  They end up leaving at 6:20 p.m. on Wednesday.
  • A City inspector shows up on day 2, and writes our project up for not having a permit.
  • When I ask about the "ticket" Robert from the furnace company replies he doesn't think it's in the contract that they pull the permit.  Songer says he was told by Ben a permit would be pulled.  *plot twist*  Ben no longer works for the company!  


More Reality:
  • I take Fitz for an outing in the orchard after dinner because the dog has been on leash when inside for 2 days because the furnace guys were working.  He runs around like a happy maniac.

  • They are watering some of the trees, and his paws get muddy.  I rinse them off when we return, and find....
  • KT is trying to take a shower but there is no hot water! Apparently, when they turned the gas off yesterday, the pilot light went out, and hence our water heater was not... well, heating water.
  • I try to light the pilot with no avail. I follow the directions, I google how to do it -- no go.  I have to call Ray.
  • I get off the phone and the kids are screaming.  I go and find Fitz rolling in the now small mud puddle that was created when I rinsed his paws off.  He's now covered in mud.
  • Ray who seems a little annoyed graciously lights my pilot light -- in like, 2 seconds -- making me feel like a stereotypical completely incompetent woman.
To add insult to injury, we have apparently lost the wine opener, and I am forced to drink beer utilizing the opener screwed into the trellis.  Nothing like having to go outside every time I want to open a beverage.

Calling it a night. 

Thursday, March 19, 2009

The Blue Bucket of Death

Those of you with small children present may want to take this opportunity to shield their eyes.

Okay, ready?

In this bucket are over 300 dead snails -- drowned in beer -- all collected in less than 2 days.


We have snail problems.

We've had garden issues in the past -- neighborhood cats pooping in our garden and such -- but this one is particularly frustrating.

Katie and I planted a ton of flowers recently, and apparently we have become the neighborhood buffet for snails.

They have pummelled close to half of the flowers we planted which included an entire flat of pansies.

It's... Hitchcock-like (though a swarm of birds may be just what I need to eat all of these blasted snails!)

I've done research online about how to get rid of them -- there are lots of ideas, but I want to know what has worked for people. Any advice?

No poison. The whole kids and "the-run-off-will probably-end-up-killing-a-seal" makes me shy away from that.