I feel like K is putting gris gris on the LaLa and so I am going to talk to Steve tomorrow and ask him if he has someone else. I don’t appreciate someone holding me hostage on my own house that I am paying a bloody fortune to restore – plus he’s from Michigan, a carpet bagger, and I’d rather, if I could, give my money to a local.
K called again and left a message basically insinuating that I’d better call him back. Right, let me get my phone.
I went for Sunday lunch to mom’s – I walked in on her in the middle of an emergency – she made picadillo, black beans and rice and a salad – all delicious – she laid out all the silverware – salad fork, dinner fork, etc – she also used these rectangle plates that she said “she loves” and partitioned the food in three’s in the dish. It was all very tasty.
Meanwhile, she was fielding an emergency at the nursing home – an AIDs patient has been defecating in the cafeteria and social room and licking all the phones. It’s terrorizing all the patients even though she hasn’t done anything that would basically endanger anyone else – but perception is law sometimes. Good grief, if you ever thought your job was bad, think of a nurse’s life.
The Bean and I took a nap on the couch while the ambulance service brought the patient to the Charity Hospital and back in a matter of five different phone calls. The doctor at the hospital basically threatened my mother and said he was dumping off the patient at her doorstep – ahhh, medical care – we’ve advanced so far.