Wednesday, December 31, 2025
Yr. Crashes To End
by
M. Bouffant
at
10:50
Hate to end things on an even slightly positive note, but bitching & moaning seem to work. (Is that positive?) Mon. I was in my usual state of pig-biting rage about the slumlord, but w/in mins. of my returning from foraging the handyman knocked on the door, apologized for having missed me several times last wk. (Hey slumlord: You're supposed to give 24 hrs. notice you'll be entering the dump, or at least have the common sense to send an e-mail or call to advise me when he's coming. Incompetent cretins!) Anyway, he had the pilot relit & a new outlet installed w/in half an hr., 'though he had to go out to his car for each job. Bring the right tools & replacements, dude!
After that, I was advised the PureBond poplar plywood project panel I'd ordered Sunday to replace the three found-on-the-street chunks of shelving seen here,
Been making its way down the 5, 'though it appears it took nine hrs. from Klamath Falls (which can't be 20 miles from the Calif. border, or 50 miles from Weed & the 5) to Portland suburb Troutdale, where it sat for almost four hrs. before taking 8 hrs. & 5 mins. to hit Tracy at 2052 Tues. night. Hmmm. Hope the FedEx driver(s) aren't going so fast they hurt themselves. And if they're really do deliver on a nat'l. holiday, hope there's overtime.
Yes, this is my existence: Obsessive package tracking.
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