Quick follow up on the kitchen light – I am not controlling it with my thoughts and I do not have a ghost. I talked to the maintenance people about it, apparently humidity can affect the light when the ballast is going bad. Guess I’m not as psychic as I thought. I am also relieved to know that I don’t have a ghost.
So on to the exciting stuff. Since my mother has a birthday coming up this week, I went to visit my family. I had some business to take care of and got down their about 5 on Saturday armed with movies, fresh bread from Clausen’s and really important supplies from the dollar store like cutting paper ( construction paper) for Eddie.
As is usual now, when I visit, I sleep at Jessica’s house and since I was coming back with her in the morning, there was really no point in taking two cars home, so I rode home with her and Poppy and Josie, the poodle. On the way home, we had to stop at the store and I decided to wait in the car with Josie. So my sister wasn’t gone even 3 minutes and someone opens the door to the backseat. It was not my sister. It was some other lady that thought my sister’s car was hers. Now it’s one thing if you go to the wrong car and no one sees you, but Josie and I both saw what happened. Let’s just say the lady was really surprised to open the car door and have such a beautiful dog staring back at her. And seriously, how did she not notice me sitting in the front seat, I’m not child sized??? Needless to say, Jessica was quite upset about this incident because she was afraid the dog could’ve gotten out the car and started running and possibly gotten hurt. Luckily, all’s well that ends well.
There are 5 different love languages. My sister Jessica’s is giving gifts. When I arrived at her house, she gave me a new pink and white duvet cover for my bed and pretty new sheets for my bed. I can hardly wait to get up tomorrow and put it all together. To be honest, after the chair incident that you read about below, I’m done with today.
I’m friends on Facebook with a girl I went to high school with that we will call Sarah Hotchkiss. ( I did not change her name) Sarah is trying to declutter her home in preparation for a move to a new home. ( side note – if you are looking to purchase a nice home in Janesville, I can hook you up ) During this process, she posted a picture of a chair she was selling on Facebook and for some reason, every time I saw the picture, I was drawn to the chair.
So Sarah and I message back and forth and long story short, no one bought the chair at her rummage sale, so it was clearly meant to be mine and this was the day I was going to get it. Now, before I went to get it, I had her send me some measurements because I never got my shit together in time to go get it with Steve’s pick up before he moved out, and so I had to bring it home in the Durango. Let me just say, I have brought home more than one chair from East Troy as well as a sectional sofa in said Durango. So really, I didn’t bother to measure the opening, I just felt confident that it would fit. I was wrong. So after about 30 minutes of Mike trying to come up with some way to get it all in the car and politely listening to the helpful suggestions of Sarah and myself, we agreed that the tailgate just wasn’t going to close. Mike provided me with what are probably the last of his bungee straps because apparently Sarah includes them with furniture sales at rummage sales to close the deal. We get the gate tied down – Mike offers some helpful advice like “it’s night time – if the chair falls out – just shut the tail gate, drive off and let us know, we’ll send you your money back.”
I’m in Janesville at this point, knowing that the best ( and quickest) way home is the interstate, with a speed limit of 70 MPH where people think 85 is too slow most days. So I successfully make it to the interstate, pull in the right lane and do a super annoying 65 mph all the way to the beltline. I get on the beltline and make it home without the chair falling out or the tailgate swinging open. Did I mention though that my interior dash lights were off the whole way home because I had to turn them off to get the dome light off? – Note to self, duct tape down the sensor next time – So I get home and pull in and there are no good spots open, however, all of Mike’s handy work was still place!!! I pull up by the door, run in to unlock the door, grab scissors ( to cut the twine backup tie down) and open the patio door so that I can get the chair in. I would also like to note here that the chair is awkward to move alone and of course, not a single neighbor I talk to was awake. I bear hug it in half the way and then kind of pivot/roll it on one of the legs the rest of the way. I get to the patio door and then this happens:
I try and try to get it in, the whole time getting more and more frustrated. Did I also mention I needed to go the bathroom this whole time? I was so out of ideas, I literally considered calling the non-emergency police line and asking if anyone was in my neighborhood who could pop over and help. I decided to walk away for second and move my car into an actual parking spot, during which time the cat suddenly grew a set of balls and ends up outside. I scare him back in with a rock and I come into the apartment through the hallway hoping that I can just pull the chair in and sure enough, I was able to pivot it enough to get it in at that point. The chair is safely in my living room now. However, the cat once again took advantage of this situation to go outside but this time got two apartments away. Finally, something scared him and he came running back in, but only after I had already ventured outside barefoot in a potential land mine area. ( I live in a dog building)
All I have to say is this chair better be cozy.