Apparently, Wednesdays are their choice of a day to visit. The first time mom called, she asked if we were going to be around. I had to explain that I had a dentist appointment in about two hours. She said she'd try again another day. The appointment I had was for a "deep-cleaning", and unknown to me (or it was probably explained to me but I immediately forgot as I sometimes do) it is seldom a one-visit thing. Sure enough, they got half my mouth done that night and I scheduled my next dental visit for the following Wednesday (that's the one day a week that they're open much later).
Guess what day mom called again? Yep, Wednesday. I felt bad, but what could I do? Well, the cleaning worked out well, but a small filling was needed so I scheduled an appointment for the following Wednesday.
Are you starting to see a pattern here? Yep, my mom called yet again! I don't remember the details of when she called, but I know that I was embarrassed that I had to tell her the same thing for the third time. I asked myself if she would ever try again. I know I would probably write Wednesdays off the list under my name if it was me...
This week we decided to make it up to them and invite them up for dinner on Wednesday. Sue has a recipe for a few killer soups, and she was going to make them the best of the bunch. Well, some unforeseen family drama down the street reared its head on Tuesday night. The drama itself wasn't exactly unforeseen, but the level that it escalated to certainly was. Suzie, being the mom, is also very often the mediator to such things--Sometimes requested and sometimes not. It's her. It's what she does. She ended up not getting to sleep until very late, and didn't sleep well or for very long. She texted me at work and asked me to postpone my parents visit. She just didn't have the energy for all the preparation and such. I understood of course, and after several tries, finally got my mom on the phone and apologized.
I wonder what she thinks?
It's just as well they didn't come. I took my truck to work yesterday to pick up a bunch of scrap wood with, and while I was loading it up after work Suzie called. The city of Covington had come by to replace our defective water shutoff at the meter, and as soon as they started working on it, a mysterious leak (a somewhat major one) magically appeared above it (on our side). Well, they got their work all done and we tore into our driveway. Now there is a hole in the driveway and we have no water. I wish I would have followed my first inclination and worked at it last night to finish it, but Suz insisted we just get it apart, clean it up, and assess what we needed to buy or do. Fortunately for us, Tony and Rachyl live right across the street so Sue can still get whatever water she needs today, but I don't have that luxury at 4:30 in the morning. At least I got my coffee pot filled at their house before I went to bed. Priorities you know.
As much as I hate (hate, hate, HATE) emergency repairs of any kind, at least it didn't happen in the middle of winter.
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