But the week is up.
I took the afternoon off work to free my hostage package from FedEx. I brought in the door tags, with sticky note pleas to leave the box on the porch — indicating that the plumber was there to install the item and saying “I’ve signed” all over the place. On the second door tag the driver merely crossed off my signature and wrote at the top, “Sign in person.” My phone calls were tersely listened to, but had not availed. Is my plumber Joseph not a person? Who besides me could be asking for the driver to drop a big box containing a water filter off on my front porch? Is national security at stake?
In a teensy huff, I put the top down on my car and hefted the box into the front seat after they finally turned it over to me, three days after its arrival in SJ. So I got home early this fine, cloudy Friday. I thought I’d get started on my presentation for Tuesday but; instead, I stretched out on the couch and slept hard for two hours.
And, look, where’s the drain? How do those strange-looking pipes actually function?
Turns out one of the pipes on it is for pumping the water out fast, which is a desired feature. Getting a pump for the model will be tricky. As tricky as finding the drain and connector. Remember the sale of tubs is guarded by a small ring of people who only sell installation packages. Joseph, to his credit. has found schematics online, and a phone number, but has plans to get past the sales people. He knows a distributor who could get parts except they’re moving for the next month and can’t do orders. I have complete confidence in him after seeing how Joseph handled the historic permit hold on our sewer line out in the front yard.
Meanwhile, Mickey sleeps and I’ve gone on to reading Donald Graves, Lucy Calkins and Nancie Atwell. Not bad.
The irises are finished blooming, with one final white one waving around this week among the bud stubs. It sprinkled this morning. Just barely. The strawberry that was almost ripe last night was ripped off before I could eat it early this morning.
Next week is short, but big. The final celebration of our Family Literacy grant is Thursday night. We’re expecting about a 100 people and I have to coordinate getting various people in for interviews with our NWP person who is doing a site visit. And co-lead the event with Lorena and cater it. There is a quiet settling over me, like the snoozing cat. I took a walk. I’ve read and the light is going down. The margarita is kicking in.