06/30/2013

oh man… it’s been the longest day ever.

at midnight last night we found two craigslist steals, an antique hutch converted to a bookshelf for my new office and a waterfall dresser for the boy so we can use his large buffet-esque dresser in the living room as an entertainment credenza like we used to have in that place that none of you have ever been to (except two of you), each for $40 in the same section of town.

we sent text messages and were surprised to find that both parties were awake and  still had said things and we were all set to be in and out and back by noon so that we could enjoy what i’ve dubbed ‘the last sunday’.

alarm set for 8, I was showered by 7:45 (miracle considering i found some xanax i thought i lost months ago and had one in the early afternoon after a near-breakdown involving the alleged loss of my envelope labeled "important-do not lose" that contains my social security card, and a few hours later and after a nap, i drank a forgotten half a bottle of la crema because i didn’t know we had some and i recently watched ‘three coins in a fountain’ about a girl in italy who’s love interest was an italian prince whose favorite wine was la crema-and since i never drink a half a bottle may as well be a gallon, but i digress)…

Anycrap – at 8, right after turning off my alarm and sitting at the computer to print google maps on real paper to our destinations even though we have a gps AND google maps on our phone (what if one breaks??), i hear the unmistakable clucking, shrieking, popping, locking, and m-f-ing of the day nurse next door, who had been fired just a few days prior (long story, but h’s wife is back in the hospital with bed sores and a uti… for the 18th time in 10 months). We’ve also been having run-ins with the girl since I started saying no to a ride home, a ride to the train, a cold pop, some cold water, some of that bbq we’re cooking, for boyfriend to paint her bathroom, a jump start 10 consecutive shifts in a row, an envelope and stamp to send her boo a letter in jail (no lies!)a mong other things. And on thursday, I had a run-in with her in my backyard while i was working in my sacred garden.. oooh-uh-uh girl, not in my garden. *click*

So after a hospital visit from the state and a social worker, she was deemed fired, and left rideless at the hospital. It wasn’t her day to work, but she showed up at the house and rode with the family ‘out of concern’ for H’s poor wife, but really, we think, to run defense when the allegations popped up… well, apparently, no one bothered to tell her the gig was up, because she showed up for a shift this morning at 8. Good ol’ H blocked the door with his cane and said, verbatim, exactly what he was supposed to:  You are not allowed in this house and I"ll call the police if you come any further. And then the clucking ensued, followed by some crying, a squeal of the tires, and I had to call his daughter who lives an hour away and was hung over from some 80s hard rock concert she went to last night out in the burbs. 

Four hours and uncountable war stories later, she finally showed up. We got on the road at noon and made it back here by 5. The craigslist tour of chicago in boy’s truck. My hutch was on the third floor of a building on a very busy thouroughfare and had to be loaded down the wooden fire escape stairs while we blocked the alley. why? wooden.fire.escape.stairs? yeah. i tried so hard to help but one glance over the side with the top of the hutch leaning on my shoulders and my knees got their unmistakable terrified-of-heights shake going, and we had to recruit some deceptively strong bystanding skinny hipster boy. the dresser was much less dramatic.

we made it home unscathed by five, albeit sad about the situation next door…. i just don’t understand why i’m more concerned than the family…. but i do understand it isn’t my place to say much more than i already have, and it just makes me sad.  we inhaled our first food of the day – freezer pizza….

Then, like a champ, i made my weekly trek to the store for the essentials-kitty litter, cat food, cokes, waters, sandwiches, charcoal, and grill things..

and now, it’s 7 PM, and I’m FINALLY starting ‘the last sunday’.

here’s to the weekend, amiright?