I am happy to report that the hole, the large gaping hole, the hole that has been a part of my daily life for nearly a year ............... is no longer there! I will be busy today smearing joint compound and swirling it to match the existing pattern. The next few days will find me atop a ladder with paint brush in hand. He who has jury duty today will (hopefully) be cutting the shelves that will flank the fridge and I will be able to put all the stuff away (after a good washing to remove all the dust).
Jury duty. I have been called and he has been called before and both times the case was resolved prior to the need for a jury. So, I was confidant that he would not have to actually show up and my project could go on, without interruption. Wouldn't you know, though, that he did have to go this morning and is still there. He had to be there at 8, so I got up and made coffee, then planted myself in front of the computer for a nice stroll through the land of blog. There is a bit of a chill in the air, so I put on a pair of sweat pants (white) with my nightgown (hot pink), a pair of thick socks (multi-colored shades of blue) and a red plaid flannel robe. In this get-up, hair on end and hot coffee I was blissfully snuggled on the sofa, surrounded by my menagerie of four legged creatures, when someone knocks on the store door. I don't open until noon this time of year (says so on the door, but who reads these things).
I carefully disentangle myself from the nice warm cocoon and peek out the window, fully expecting to see Yvonne or one of the children living here needing to retrieve an item from the freezer. (We have a wonderful family living here, waiting for their home to sell. Dad is state trooper and has to live in the county he works in. I like having them here and let them use a shelf in my freezer). These people have seen me in the morning and won't be shocked. But, no, it is one of the hunters who have a site here. This particular one makes me feel uneasy. He is a very large man and he tends to stand way too close when talking to me. His trailer has no plates on it (making me wonder if it may be stolen). He is here to say that his food in his refrigerator has spoiled because someone (he looks at me accusingly) has bothered the plug. There I stand in my lovely attire getting cold (had to go outside and close my front door in order to hear him over the barking dogs), and being accused of sabotaging his electricity; as he who solves all things related to electricity and plumbing is sitting in the court house with his phone off.
I suggest that he simply plug in on a different site until my husband can determine the source of the problem. He is not happy with my suggestion and even goes so far as to say that this is my fault. I apologize for his inconvenience and scurry back to my haven. Thinking the problem has been solved, I refill my coffee and get back to my computer. Just as I have snuggled in again and started to make some progress in catching up on my reading ............ he is back. Now he is knocking on my house door and if he thinks the dog barking was loud before, he is in for a round of vicious snarling from Oscar who senses my unease and does not like it.
This time he wants me to provide a converter for his hook-up. He has determined that the 20 amp outlet that tenters use is working and wants to plug his 30 amp plug in to keep from moving. I told him that I only have converters that will change 30 to 20 and not the other way around. Sarcastically he asks if I am sure and suggests that I go in the store and look. Really. I go back in door and go around to the store and take the converter out the store door, not letting him in (I am, after all, not open). I show him the converter and tell him that it is the only kind I have. He looks doubtful and suggests that there might be one in the "barn" (he who's domain). I assure him that there is not and tell him once again that he can move to another site. He sighs loudly and turns away, so I lock the store again and go get a shower, since he has ruined my morning thus far.
I am barely out of the shower and have dressed, but still have my wet hair in a towel when he is knocking on my door yet again! He tries (unsuccessfully) to actually get his foot in the door. I don't have a jacket on and the wind is cutting through my shirt, but I am determined that he is not coming in the building. I am now making a note in the back of my mind that I want to program the number of my trooper tenant in my cell phone for occasions such as this. Now he wants an extension cord for his camper. I don't have one and would be disinclined to "loan" one to him at any rate. Again he wants to go into the barn (locked) and does not believe me when I tell him I don't have a key (truly don't, don't want one). Then he has the nerve to tell me I am acting like I am annoyed. As I stand there with my wet head wrapped in a towel, with the wind whipping through my thin shirt I fully understand why they won't let me have a gun. I would use it. On this obnoxious man.
Now in a surly mood, my morning ruined, my head aching, I need to run errands, but don't want to leave the park lest this man who hunts try to break into the store or the barn in search of adapters or extension cords. Some days .............